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I’ve read pages upon pages of prose dedicated to love and I ask myself, Why is it that immortalized love always ends in tragedy? I grew up believing that the greatest love stories are fleeting. Perhaps it has taught me to appreciate what I have. But, I would be the first to admit that I have forgotten this once or twice.
This past weekend reminded me of the splendor that comes with young teenage love that grew into a mature relationship. I fell in love again with the same wonderful woman whom I have shared my life with for the past three years. How lucky I am, to be in love with my best friend.
