Then, I realized you automatically fit a bunch of the other attributes from the list that Id pitched and smudged-sticked away the memory of. As we continued to date, I realized you were fitting into more and more of those desires that Id given up on. I began to fish them back out of the dump in the back of my brain – checking off checkbox, after checkbox, after checkbox. I told you about my list. You laughed. You had done the same thing. We were each others list. And more than that, we were even filling the little boxes at the end of the lists, the hopefuls at the very bottom, written lightly in pencil. You were the definition of my list. You were the one I had been looking for all along. You were the man of my dreams. Full Post: grievingmybeloved.blogspot/2014/11/the-list.html
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