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"I will never forget these past few days, my sweet. And I will especially never forget these past few nights, my wolf. How we moved in and through one another. How we held each other so close and so in love, how we stayed up until morning's light naming children we don't have and and painting rooms of a house we don't yet live in. We lived our lives in a single night, my love, painting walls the many and rich colors of our loved for each other, and for love itself. We spoke of dance classes- ballet- and how we will raise our two, maybe three, little ones. We had full conversations in a single kiss, my love, and lived a hundred thousand lifetimes in a single embrace- and we were in love in every single one.
We planned a nursery, my Adam; soft colors with the original Winnie the Pooh. We planted a garden in front of our house, with violets, daffodils, and peonies, all blooming in the dead of winter, surviving on the love that our house, our home, will be built upon.
We swore upon the involvement of music in our children's lives. Music, laughter, and unquestionable love, we will teach them all that we known and show them all that we have ever known. They will know the sands of Puerto Rico and the mountains of copper and gold in October's West Virginia.
And admist all of the teaching, showing, and learning, we will still love one another with neither estraint nor lessening, my sweet. Will survive everything. Everything through love.
With love, sincerity, and undying devotion,
Odana "