I found a picture that ___ took of me on Valentine’s Day, long
after dinner and margaritas and a cosmopolitan that I had wanted to drink
because it was pink and the champagne truffles that we [I] ate in
bed. In the picture my back is turned and I’m smiling at ___ over my bare
shoulder. The back of my dress hangs slightly open at the top. It’s
my little black dress that I wear for all those big hopeful days. It
wasn’t until I found that picture that I realized that I have a different smile
for ___than I do for anyone else. ___ asked me how I could be so certain
that I wanted to be with ___. I told ___ that I wasn’t always, but one
day I noticed the difference between ___ and me and all the other possibilities.
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