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When my last boyfriend and I broke up, I asked my cousin to tell me “Love is…” stories about her and her husband that would keep me hopeful. It’s been nearly two years and she still does this for me out of the blue. This morning I woke up to another one. Reading it and re-reading makes me laugh and cry every time:

Random true love thought: At the end of a long day, when we’re finally at home together, we get derpy with each other (to borrow the internet term for mentally handicapped behavior). We talk in baby speak and climb all over each other like we’re blind puppies.

And before I met him, I knew with utmost certainty in my heart that deep, life-long love happened to other people and only rarely and that it would never ever happen to me.

So yaknow. Don’t lose hope. Also, can you make our party? I sent you a facebook invite thing.

Even though this is supposed to make me hopeful (which it does) for the love I will have and give to the future lucky man, I can’t help but be overwhelmed with the love I already have in my life from my family and friends.