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I feel like there should be some sort of And She Lived Happily Ever After to this archive. I think that 15 year old Me would be very happy about 25 year old Me. I love my life. I live in San Diego, I love my job (an actual career!), I dance in a professional Burlesque group, my life is full of beautiful people, I am happy and healthy and functioning and then there is this man, the love of my life, who loves me in a way 15 year old Me didn't know existed. When I was 15 I think that the most romantic thing a guy could've done for me was dye his hair black and play his guitar for me. The other morning I got up to shower and when I came back to my bedroom the bed was made and stuff picked up and candles were lit. It was sweet and romantic then, and even more so when I came home from work 11 hours later and walked into a clean room. And it's so small! But it means so much and there is so much romance in that. When I was 15 I thought that being in love meant you couldn't live without someone and that it was maybe supposed to be a little painful and tragic to be, you know, real, true love. Being in love with him doesn't hurt. And I could live without him, but I'm not interested in that. I love him in a way that makes me selfless. He is so smart and funny and handsome and kind and talented and he loves me so much that it has changed my life, and me, for the better. I'm not sure about Ever After, but I did not stay 15 years old forever. I grew up, and Lived Happily.