Stephen and I have been together for seven years, now.
When we were first together, I always hated when the movie was coming to an end, because there's always that moment afterward where you feel like you have to discuss it, and I was still too afraid to give my opinions about things. That's what seven years means - not an itch but a comfort place, where we lie in bed after the movie and talk easy and just enjoy each other's company.
I didn't come here to tell you that. I came here to tell you that on our first Valentine's Day together, there was a moment when Stephen walked into the room and said, "Here, this is for you." And presented me with a dryer sheet he'd just found stuck to his shirt.
Is consciousness perhaps
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