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the happy couple

That’s Josh.  That’s me.  Yeah, with the Princess Leia buns.  Me.  Erin.  I have that picture on my desk and I keep staring at it, looking for answers.

When we’re happy, we’re really happy.  And when we’re good to each other, we’re great.  But when the shit hits the fan, look out.

I love him.  I really truly love him.  I couldn’t tell you why.  For some reason he seems to complete me.  I guess that’s all there really is to it.

He loved me first, knowing full well just how broken I am.  And he still loves me, knowing full well how broken I really am.  He may not always be the best to me, but let’s be honest – I’m not always the best to him.

We seem to truly love each other and I guess, at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters.