...all you ever wanted [was love]...

I am in love with being taken care of when I'm sick. With kisses on the forehead, and the stroking of my hair. With orange juice in a mug first thing in the morning. With your head in my lap, getting comfy for a long subway ride. With bubble baths, and the Harper's Index, and magic markers. [With you].

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In two days I will be recognized as a grownup in every single country in the world. Which doesn't mean a whole lot in the larger scheme; the scheme in which I'm already there, if together-grocery shopping and handholding as we cross the street is any indication.