you make a lot of things make sense. i don't think i'll ever love anyone the way that i love you. but i'd never want to test that hypothesis. you're the one i want to tell all of my news to. you're the good news i'd been waiting for. i love you endlessly. i read excerpts from Vladimir Nabokov's letters to his wife Vera, and they made me think of …
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