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  • I want to marry her. Not now and not once. I want to marry her again and again. Every year in a different continent, and always at an unexpected moment. The moment is the only thing that counts, and the strength of the feelings at that precise moment. I have the ring, i've been carrying it around for over a year now, always in my pocket. Sometimes i play with it, just sensing it there, waiting for that first right moment to give it to her. She doesn't believe in sentiments or romance. Neither do i. Yet i know, that the first time, it will be at sunset, or at night, or close to dawn. Close to a beach. Probably on an island. It could be Sicily, it could be somewhere in New Zealand, it could be Sardegna. I don't even exclude the Netherlands.

    We will always be alone when i do this, and i would like it to feel as if it is the first time i ask it. I want to keep my feelings alive, and i need them to be vibrant, and personal and mine. After seven years i'll tell our friends, and we'll have a party, a big one. And then the cycle starts again... different locations, different settings but genuine feelings. If i can't do that any longer, i'll go away. That will be the end of it.
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