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Do you remember that night that you'd done something shitty and unromantic and so you came out, and took me on a real date for the first time and we went to Johnny Kelley park and it was freezing cold but we stayed awhile anyways just looking at the stars, and you wrapped your arms around me and told me that you loved me and that you were gonna prove it. I remember that. And the first night you told me you loved me. First, over the phone when I called to tell you I was getting off your exit, and then again standing in the kitchen cooking dinner. You were drunk, and so I doubted you, but I told you I loved you back anyways. Then in the morning you rolled over and kissed me and told me all over again, and I believed you. Do you remember the nights you spent with me on my aunts uncomfortable futon because I had no where else to go, and you knew I hated to sleep alone. Or all the pizzas you brought me to that basement in Brewster. The first time you fed me Buffalo Chicken pizza. Or recently when I was mad at you and you just blurted out that you loved me, that you always had, and always would. Do you remember when you danced around naked swinging your junk all around singing the gigolo song? All the nights we spent wrapped up in each other and all the times you said you'd always be there for me? Or the first time we kissed, when I wasn't sure if it was a mistake or not. Walking back from the bar, drunk and in love.