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  • This is where I met you but this is not where I fell in love with you.

    I fell in love with you in the middle of a snowstorm, sitting on your couch, wrapped in our favorite blanket.

    You were sick and I was sleepy so you wrapped your arms around me and we curled up under the blanket.

    And I closed my eyes for just a minute.

    Just a minute.

    And you leaned in, gently kissed my forehead, and squeezed me tightly there on the couch in our blanket.

    So tightly.

    And I knew I was yours, and it was real, and that I loved you - just like that.

    No, this place will never be the same for me. Summer never felt so cold.
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