She's Perfect

January 16, 2018

Dear... Whatever Her Name Ends Up Being,

I know you love National Parks.

You love at least one sport, deeply.

You love breakfast food.

You love your job.

You love dogs or cats.

You love being athletic a few days of the week.

You love going with the flow.

And you love me.

Now, where are you?

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