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As we lay in bed in the dark, in between kisses, we talk about running away together. Just packing up, selling the houses, and heading out of Michigan together. Maybe we'll buy a vineyard somewhere and open our own winery. Maybe we'll open an expensive lodge somewhere high in the mountains. Maybe we'll open up a cocktail stand on a warm beach. Anywhere - just as long as we're together.
He holds my face in his hands and talks to me about rings and vows and forever. "Yes", I say. "Yes. Yes." It seems too soon to be talking like this. Too soon - yet, not at all. I think to myself that I can't imagine my life without him. That every moment that he's not standing near me seems so gray, so blah. And I know that if he really asked, I would go anywhere with him. I would give up everything and follow that boy anywhere.
"Where did I find you?", he asks me. "Where did you come from?". I think the same about him every single moment. Maybe my life was waiting for just the right moment to point him out to me, waiting for that exact moment when I would actually be ready for him. Maybe this is exactly what destiny feels like.