Now you're post-op, and your shoulder is hypothetically mending. We won't know the full measure of mobility you’ve regained until much later. You've been sober for three weeks. A part of me misses the ‘wet’ side, as that was when you were less likely to hold so strictly to no PDA, even in private - but I understand it. As much as I'd love another stolen kiss, I'm married and shouldn't be seeking one.
But know this, Ene Otsoa read this and know it to be my truth… YOU are the person I intend to end my days beside. You are not a second choice or a backup plan; you are that being that set the destination. The only ways I see not ending my days at your side, is your death, my death, or we drift apart.
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