You prove them fools, dearest Ariel. We prove them fools.
Or, maybe ...
We hold so much of the luck and so much of the love that is in this world that there's too little left for everyone else.
No one, after all, can come close to the two of us.
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I Am SO Lucky!
Not very many people get to be with somebody as wonderful as you, Elle. In fact, I can count them and there are only exactly five besides me...
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The two hundred and eighty-seventh thing I love about us is, when I'm around you, I only want to curse if things are curse-ably good, or...
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The one hundred and seventy-second thing I love about us is when my hands get all crampy from typing on a blog (usually the Experiences one ...
Before Aers can get on here and chide you for omitting your other polys from this love/luck equation, let me just opine that within an infinity of love, there is by definition room for something else that is its own infinity. The two of you are unbounded in both fortune and affection; what you have together cannot be diminished to simply a subset of our partnership's larger whole. It is its own endless glory.
ReplyDeleteWell gosh, I don't know if I would have "chided" her over it! It was an awfully nice thing to say, I mean! (Like, everything Elle says to me here is awfully nice, obviously. But definitely this one was too nice for chiding!)
ReplyDeleteBut thank you for having her back about it & making sure I didn't feel like anybody was getting left out!
Love you, Hets!