I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep.
.Pablo Neruda.
* This beautiful picture of us was taken Thanksgiving day a few years ago, not the date stamped. Silly technology.
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