Hi, Journal!
The 63rd thing I love about my boyfriend is when he gets all surprised at remembering how good he has it. Like, work and news and all kindsa stuff makes him think, "Existence ... yech!" But then I put a hand to his cheek, or Sasha makes him laugh, or Claire writes him a poem, or Elle or Hettie just all-out va-va-vooms him and he just gets this all-startled-with-joy look on his face.
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