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We're doing this thing. We're actually doing it, and--
I'm thrilled. Terrified. But thrilled.
And a little tiny part of me takes it as validation. "Yes, this is what I want. Yes, this is permanent. Yes, I do in fact love you as much as I say I do."
But that's incredibly naive of me, right? How many times in history has the universe disproved that?
I care too much to give into paranoia. Far too much. I'm happy. Why can't I just accept that?
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We're doing this thing. We're actually doing it, and--
I'm thrilled. Terrified. But thrilled.
And a little tiny part of me takes it as validation. "Yes, this is what I want. Yes, this is permanent. Yes, I do in fact love you as much as I say I do."
But that's incredibly naive of me, right? How many times in history has the universe disproved that?
I care too much to give into paranoia. Far too much. I'm happy. Why can't I just accept that?
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