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walk from my apartment to the nearest subway station (341 with comfortable shoes, another ten steps if he goes high); the ridiculously dense appearance of the phrase "magic connection" in any episode of The Bachelor (always two numbers); The number of guys I've kissed in my thirty (30) years. Or, in the cold afternoon of January, the number of days I was married before I saw him in the middle of the pedestrian street where Eleven Street intersects Broadway. As if you were a taxi driver watching the pedestrians cross the road in the last few seconds before the traffic light changes, it's just a mundane urban moment: as strangers, nothing in common except the thin black umbrellas, crossing an intersection, contact with each other and exchanging greetings greetings but not too indifferent before moving on.But Inside is a completely different story. Inside, I was feeling reeling, agitated, choking as I walked up the sidewalk and into a small, deserted eatery next to Union Square. As I saw the ghost, I thought, one of the sentences I've heard thousands of times but never fully realized until that moment. I folded up and unbuttoned my jacket, my heart still pounding. While looking at a waiter wiping his table with a strong, tame hand gesture, I wondered why I was so frightened by this encounter, when something seemed completely inevitable. be in that moment. Not with great meaning, fate at all; It was only in a quiet, persistent way that the unfinished thing imposed its will on those who were not willing to receive it. After a long, seemingly long wait, the waitress realized I was standing behind the plate. The table Wait for Placement and says, "Oh! I did not see you standing here. We should have lowered the board after the packed lunch. You can go, anywhere. "I felt in her statement that there was such a peculiar sympathy that I wondered if she was a moonlight fortune-teller, and actually counted. talk confide confided with her. But instead of doing so, I dropped myself on a red plastic chair at the corner of the restaurant and vowed never to say that. Sharing your feelings with a friend can provide the basis for an act of unfaithfulness to your husband. Telling my bitter grandmother, Suzanne, that she would come out with a passionate sermon on marriage and monogamy. Writing this story in the journal will make it worse, which I decided not to do. And telling Andy would be a synthesis of silly, damaging itself and hurting. Although nervous about telling a part of the truth, a black spot in our newly-wedded relationship, I believe that's the best way. "What can I bring to you?" , there's an Annie's name board, ask me. She has red curly hair and freckled skin, and I think, Tomorrow face will brighten up. I just want a cup of coffee, but once served, remember how disappointed. When people only buy drinks, even during the main meal time, so I call coffee and a cake of cream cheese cake poppy seeds. "Okay," she said, nodding happily with I am smiling thank you. Then, as she turned to the kitchen, I breathed out and closed my eyes, focusing on one thing: how much I love Andy. I love everything about you, including things that will make most girls bother. I find it cute that you have trouble remembering someone else's name (just call my old boss Fred, instead of Frank) or the lyrics of even the most famous songs ("Billie Jean is And I just shook my head and smiled as he roamed Bryant Park a dollar a day for nearly a year - the rogue look-a-like guy driving the Range Rover. I love Andy's faith and compassion. I love the innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent face of his beautiful blonde eyes. I was fortunate to be living with a man who, after six years of dating, was eagerly waiting for me to come back from the girls' bathroom, still drawing distorted, distorted hearts in the steam over the mirror in the bathroom. ours. Andy loves me, and I'm not afraid to say that, that's the most important reason why we're together, and why I love you too. "Do you want to bake?" Annie said loudly from behind. "Yes," I said, though not really bothered. I let my mind drift back to the night Andy proposed to me in Vail, the way he pretended to drop his wallet, in a clear motion. Stride carefully so that he can bend over to pick it up and then suddenly kneel. I remember when sipping champagne, my ring sparkled in the furnace light, and I thought, It was the same. This is the moment every girl asksu dreamed of. This is the moment I dream of, waiting and craving. Annie brings coffee, and I hug my arms around the heavy, hot cup. I lifted the glass to my lips, drank a long breath, and thought about our one year of engagement - a full year of celebrations, parties and a flood of plans for the wedding day. Discuss wedding dresses and tuxedos, waltzes and white chocolate cakes. They all headed for the magical night. I think of our warm words. Our first dance with "What a Wonderful World". Warm, warm greetings for us - speeches filled with familiar rhetoric are very true to our story: too much beauty ... true love ... the possibility of each other . I remember our flight to Hawaii the next morning, Andy and I held hands in the first class, laughing at all the unwanted little things on our big day: Can the cameraman not record it? On the way to the reception, rain can be bigger than not? Have we ever seen James, your brother, so lavish? I think of honeymoons, honeymoon dinners and lively special moments as Andy and I wander the semi-lunar wilderness beach named Lumahai in northern Kauai. . With smooth white sand and impressive lava slides above the turquoise waters, it is one of the most amazing sightings on Earth that I have ever admired. At that time, while I was watching the landscape, Andy put Stephen Ambrose's book on our oversized bath towel, grabbed my hands, and kissed me. I also kissed him, engraved in that moment. The waves fluttering the shore, feeling the cool sea breeze blowing on the face, the scent of lemon blended with the smell of coconut from sunscreen. When we were apart, I told Andy I was never so happy. That's the truth. But the best part came after the wedding, after the honeymoon, after the useful gifts were unpacked in our little apartment in Murray Hill - and the funny, Less useful is transferred to the warehouse. It came as we formed the rhythm of married life. Normal, simple and practical. It comes in the morning when we sip coffee and chat while preparing to go to work. It came when his name came back in my message box. It came in every evening when we flipped over the home delivery menus, figured out what to eat and decided that the next day we would cook dinner ourselves. It comes in the foot massage, in every kiss, every time we help each other undress in the dark. I direct my mind about those details. All the details made our first hundred days together. So when Annie brought the pie to me, I went back to that intersection, my heart pounding. I suddenly realized that no matter how happy I was when living with Andy, I could not easily forget that moment, the feeling of throat tightening when I saw his face again. Even though I want to forget it to despair. Especially because I want to forget. I hesitate to glance at my reflection on the glass wall next to the seat. I have nothing to worry about my appearance, but there is nothing to rejoice when I realize that I still have beautifully neat hair, despite the impact of an afternoon around in the rain . I have pink skin, but I'm silent it's just because the cold wind has pinked my cheeks. There is nothing else. And that's when my phone rings and I hear his voice. The voice was eight years and sixteen days then I did not hear. "Is that really you?" He asked me. His voice was even warmer than I remembered, but on the other hand, it was like turning back to the past. As if talking the new story just a few hours ago. "Yes," I said, "Yes," he said. Then, after a moment of silence, the moment that I definitely did not fill, he continued, "I suppose there are things that do not change." "Yes, I say it again. Because I do not want to admit how much you are still right.Chương Next DO NOT REMOVE by Mgid This tip gives me 280 million monthly! To earn $ 600 per day for this, you just need the Internet! Do

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