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+It hurt to hear you call me not romantic. I can see why you would say that, but it's not true. It's true that we never had much romance, but I used to be romantic. I'm not sure what happened. I was too jaded by the time I met you. Or because we were friends it felt weird? Or maybe I was just scared of you. I didn't want you to think I was corny. Some combination of all that. It doesn't matter I guess, but I have been thinking about our marriage the last few days. I had a good time having coffee with you and it got me thinking. It's never too late to do anything. So I will be more romantic. I will be more than a "partner". I hate that word. Partners are people you do business with. Husbands are something you actually want. I think. Husband means "master of the house" I believe, not that I want to master you or something, but there is a kind of strength there that is absent in word partner. A partner helps bear the load. That's important. But there's more to life than that. I hope. A husband is someone who helps bear the load and buys you chocolate and flowers and takes you on dates to see sunsets and kisses you when you weren't expecting it and sometimes sweeps you off your feet makes you want to come right damn now. 
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+Remember when you were young, and you'd be so excited about someone you'd sneak off into the dark corners of public places just to touch them? Just to feel some part of their body pressed against yours? Their lips warm and soft on yours? That seems like something people lose that we should not lose. I think we all still feel like that inside, but the world around us no longer lets us do that. Whatever the case, I still feel that way about you. I always have. Just yesterday I wanted to sneak off with you to some dark corner of the maritime museum. Yet I didn't. And I pretend that life gets in the way, but it doesn't does it? I'm just lazy, out of shape in some way. And maybe our bodies aren't what they used to be, but we're still here, we're still in them, maybe we ought to use them, maybe you would still like to sneak into some dark corner with me? I don't know, it was just something I was thinking about.