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Our first date was at the piano bar. I knew I was going to fall in love with you even before I got there. I wore my dress shoes that look like saddle shoes. I put on red lipstick. Halfway through the night, after we'd had more than a few Tom Collins, you told me I looked pretty. Near the end you kissed me, right in front of the piano player. We kissed for such a long time, right there, in front of everyone. It had rained that day. We went outside and everything felt warm. It had begun. Now here I am three months later. We have become a duo. Where you are, I am. Where I am, you are. We wake up next to each other everyday. I put my hands through your curls and feel a sort of connection that I wasn't sure existed. I wonder if we can go on like this forever. I hope so. I know how the beginning goes and I don't want to know the ending yet. All my other love stories have an ending. This one, I hope, is the one that will not have one.