Did I tell you? I moved in with a BOY. Yes. A boy.
I moved in with a boy.
The thing I swore I would never do until the day I said "I do," I did it.
And you know what? It's wonderful.
Not because of "The Romance."
I mean, there is "romance," but not like the "romance" you see on T.V. or read about in Danielle Steel novels.
The real kind of romance. The kind that looks like toothpaste on your toothbrush, clean dishes in the sink, freshly brewed coffee, or the perfectly timed hug and hand squeeze.
I have just started to decorate for Christmas.
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