I never told her what it was that made it so special. I didn't know.
I fear that if I had ever found out the secret to our relationship while we were together, it would have self destructed. And by "it" I mean me, yes, me; I would have sabotaged the whole thing, I don't know who I'm trying to kid here.
But she chose me.
Her parents didn't disown her. Her friends did call her a lunatic.
If I recall correctly, "A dickless, muscle-headed, crazy bastard."
She laughed at all of them, told them "they just didn't know." I don't know what that meant. I'm guessing it's good. I want it to be good.
She chose me.
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