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I want to grow old with her. Hold her hand as it stays soft but mine becomes like sandpaper. See how beautiful her eyes are as time has robbed our skin of its elasticity. Even then I will find her as beautiful as I do now. I want her to be the first thing I see in the morning and last I see at night. 1.5 years later I am more in love with her now than ever. I never thought I would feel that way again and I can't get over how wonderful it is.

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  • Sorry this is going to come across rude but love never lasts we don't know what true love is. wether it be her or you that fall out of love one of you will.

  • I have reread this confession three times, problaby more in the future.

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