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We are quick to say and slow to remember, so I set out to memorialize my love in a letter.

Crumpled sheets full of inadequate words now lay on the floor, all of them, litter.

The sail is not always smooth, but with the one you love, everything’s better.

By my actions and not my words only, I hope my life reads like a love letter – to you. ❤️

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