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The 200 yd shoot house.
“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.”
— Nicholas Sparks
Being in love with someone means loving them when they haven’t eaten all day. Forcing them to eat in the middle of the night. When they are freezing holding them even though you’re burning up. Waking up to their morning side and loving the way they open their eyes to you even with the boogers. Loving them is waiting until they fall asleep to leave because you know it’ll make them happier and then leaving with a forehead kiss even though they won’t feel it, a peaceful claim to let yourself know how lucky you are to be kissing her. Loving them is being in the worst fight in the world, at the risk of losing them, having an emotional break down, but still worried about if they are okay. Loving them is an addiction. Its an ongoing curiosity about what they are doing, if they are alright, how their day has been. Wanting to be by their side 24/7 even if you don’t speak a word. Loving them is not giving up. The non-existence of impossible obstacles. But the existence of courage.I
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And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
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