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It’s been a while. Before I’d have an update about my struggles looking for a job after college. Even mentioning “after college” at my age feels a bit weird, because it wasn’t too long ago. I’ll be 40 this year.

It feels so long ago. Waking up day in, day out, working and going nowhere in my early 20’s. Then… Army. I wouldn’t say the military changed my life. But it was a path, I feel, that just culminated in many other experiences.

I’ve become more appreciative of those experiences. Where things are going. But more importantly is the time I get to spend with her.

Yeah yeah. It’s another post about her. About us. But it’s just as important. I’ll tell her every day how much she means to me. She’ll brush it off. I’ll tell her how amazing she is. She’ll say I’m lying. I’ll tell her I love her. She’ll ask if I’m sure.

I’m sure. 3000%. She’s my one.

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10 years ago… I took a chance. On this amazing person in my life. I don’t see it any other way; in this life or the next. I would do it all again.

She’s my boba butt.

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All I can think about as I lay here next to you… is spending the rest of my life with you. This year has been like no other. And I can not wait for the endless years to come… with you.

I love you

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Love you.

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… for lifey.

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“Thanksgiving”

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A taste of things to come

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“I can do this all day” - Capt. America

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You’re making sure I’m well rested (even when I wanna stay up), hydrated (even though I drink more caffeine), and reminding me how wonderful a person I am (even though I’m hard on myself)

I’m here for it. It’s great. No diggity, no doubt. Thanks… giving?!

Love you, Boba Butt.

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It was my mess.

When you couldn’t tell me your brother was coming to stay, he was in there cooking, using pots and pans in the entire kitchen, used the microwave, coffee maker, apparently that’s my mess. Make the space my own, and I kept away from using or doing anything, and yet everything was my mess. The toilet you shit in, the shower you used, and yet the entire space was mine. When I had no privacy in the morning, when I slept on the floor because you wanted to get away from your wife and kids. I couldn’t ask you a simple thing because I was interfering with your gaming time, but you complained wanting to be around your kids that you miss. And you lie to your wife you’re working late when you’re gaming. The TV you used for that daily for that escape, my mess. That mattress stain that was there from DAY 1 that I showed you never came out, apparently my mess.

But it’s still my mess.

That I was required to pay someone else to do a simple job, that I always asked ahead of time and yet you delay it till the last second. I cleaned the fridge out and tossed everything that has been placed there by you when you say you’re bringing food for me when I never asked because you were trying to be considerate.

It’s now my mess.

Every footprint of every person who walked in there to look at your guns.

My mess.

Because you get to walk in there and treat me like I have to pick up after you. Because you’re the angel who’s helping me with my living arrangements. So you withhold my own money for this reason only. Because apparently I didn’t do shit at all. Fine I can live with that. I never did a thing. It’s all my mess.

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I love you, boba butt.

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Working toward something more. Patience and strength. Let’s push forward in this life and work harder than you ever have, to be there. Closer. To..

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When I’m awake next to her, it all feels like a dream… and I don’t want to wake up.

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I miss you..