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  • February 15, 2012

    I want to marry you someday

    I ask her where this comes from. She has no answer. We exchanged rings last week, prior to Valentine's Day. She's never been a fan.

    Why should there only be one day to show your love for someone?

    I have no answer. Sometimes it's special to do something nice. It's a reason to spend money. Rather than think you are randomly wasting it.

    Our first February 14 was free. It fell on a Thursday and The Dallas Museum of Art played the part of destination and we played the road trip.

    February 14, 2008

    She brought me flowers to my house. I hid them behind my back. My parents were still two months from my declaration of love for her. First pitstop was Sonic. I took her picture. She wore a fedora, a purple shirt, and her lip ring was abundantly clear. I never thought I would ever lay eyes on anyone else so beautiful.

    I've yet to upload that picture to this story and yet, the image is so burned into my gray matter, I repeat from memory the details of that photo.

    We spent two hours at the DMA and I can't tell you how much I really saw the photos. All I really saw was her. The museum could've been full of all the famous artists it featured for all I cared. All I knew was that her hand sometimes found mine and I felt special. No one else had ever felt like I had. I was positive.

    Afterward, we went to the gift shop and bought little postcards with pictures from the museum on the front.

    Four years has passed and I still have those postcards. Sequestered away in a box marked 'Ana'. I hope they stay there forever.
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