When we first started dating, our romance was adventurous.
We spent our weekends in the mountains or in deep snow on journeys that would last for hours and hours. With just our two black kittens at home waiting for us, we were intrepid and spontaneous and explored the winding roads just to see where they went.
Our home life together was quiet and routine, ending with beans and rice or lentils for dinner and maybe an episode (or three) of Game of Thrones before our strict, early bedtime. It was a brief but memorable phase of our life together, and a time I look back on with fondness, and
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