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Groom on the riverbank

I Used to Dream of You

Dear Husband, I used to dream of you. In the center of the mall, surrounded by Christmas shoppers. In between the rows of novels at the bookstore. At the edge of the seashore while couples strolled past hand-in-hand. I used to sit in the corner of a restaurant and imagine looking over and finding your eyes. I figured I would know you instantly. I would see our future before I learned your name. But life almost never falls for these...