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People first:
You overthink things, you try your best, you create, wherever you are, you never disappoint.
Colour flows from your fingertips, you make the sun shine through your positive energy, you are incredibly well organized, but understand that not everyone is.
Wishes:
I wish for you to be stupidly happy all the rest of your days, moment by meaningful moment.
I wish for you to land in a place that always recognizes you for your inner beauty and appreciates your external beauty. Also, that pauses with you :) when YOU need it.
Favorite memory:
I'm not picking just one, because I'm a rebel like that. It was everything, not just one thing. Some memorable moments: questions and sharing, walking in the snow, arctic date, cottage times.
The day you returned from Europe, inhaling you and realizing how much I missed you, and the impact you had (to then) on my life. Hot chocolate, Muskoka chairs, you reading the first time to me.
Wishes unrealized:
Beach vacation together.
Bora Bora.
Quirks:
Fiddling, tongue thing, overthinking, routine, freckles.
Krinkle, teeth, your fucking hair, your giggle, your appetite for reading.
Questions unasked:
What scared you the most this past year with me?
Did I ever let you down?
If:
Bora Bora x infinity.
It would have been everything.

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