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I walked in and sat down. I looked at him. He looked at me. I smiled. He laughed and I go "What are you laughing at! We both knew we were okay. .

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OMG I just love this. It made me melt. Reminds me so much of me and my T. I LOVE IT.

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OMG. We reviewed the entire rupture. I read him two pages from my journal written over the weekend. He sat and listened with his eyes closed.

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Ohhh I am just picturing this most intimate moment and I'm melting again. He listened this time, Sister. He really did.

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But it was the mature, adult me who showed up tonite.

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Who?? WHO??! jajajajajajaja

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I just don't know how much more of this I can take but dang, I am now officially an expert at the rupture repair cycle and I will tell you this: I learned more about myself over these past 3 days than I have over the past 3 months. Go figure.

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Aren't you glad you went back? Aren't you glad you AIN'T quitting? I sure am. The two of you are beautiful together.