God, coming to this page now almost makes me feel guilty...

So many things to say. Just no time or appropriate opportunity to put them down. It's not right.

It's interesting when you start really talking to someone only 2 years after being with them. When you feel that you are only just beginning to know about them. Tell me, how does it feel to think you know almost everything there is to know about someone? And then find out you know very little, or have only just scratched the surface?

What if you are so thrilled about the gold, you don't consider the possibility that there may be diamonds underneath? What if you do, and dig, and find no diamonds, and see you've ruined the gold?

Life is at an interesting phase. :-)

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