Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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She takes care of me.  11pm fighting. 9am still fighting. 7pm home from work still fighting. 730pm still fighting, curled up in bed, Dana sitting next to me, making sure I have everything I need, probably thinking "I hope this idiot is ok".

She knows that "like" fluctuates but love never changes. 

She won the argument by the way.

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