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I'm really not obsessing about my failed marriage, so don't read more into this post than was it is. It seems that lately I have been running into couples that have the most wonderful relationships.
I stayed until the wee hours of morning to listen to the convoluted and beautiful love story of Andy and Linda at the Lit. Last night, we watched their wedding video (which of course due to Andy's talent was not as dull and boring as most). I get emails of love poems from Agent of Chaos, Steven B. Smith, to the love of his life, Kathy Ireland. Sarah's eyes twinkled when she told me she married Carl cause he can make coffee so damn good.
I have seen a working class couple making google eyes at each other and embracing at the PLAV Roosevelt post. I noticed a young couple at Edison's suking face and just being aware of each other in a crowded bar.
I may not have that in my life right now, and I don't have regrets or feel jealousy for those that do. I fact I am ecstatic about their happiness. I rejoice and celebrate it. It makes me feel good to see people in the midst of their love.
So go out and hug your significant other. Give them a kiss in public. Hold hands walking down the street. Do it for my sake.
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