The love story of us

 I grew up burying my head is romance novels,

Watching meet-cutes in the films,

Looking on as other people found their happy endings,

I lived and breathed hope in finding the one, 

Years passed and there was no one to kiss under the mistletoe,

Until I met him. 


In my mind we have one of the greatest love stories I know.


It contains love, hope, self-growth, overcoming hardships, long distance..many elements which make it to be a beautiful love story. 


I don't want to forget even the little details. As time goes on it's only natural to forget some things but I want to remember them all. I want our children to read our love stories and I want us to read them when we're old and grey and can't remember what a life was like before each other. 

So here goes the musings. Will have to think back a bit but it will be a fun memory jog.

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