Twenty Years from Now
kdillon2013-01-10T12:21:09+00:00"Can you see yourself with him 20 years from now?" That's what a friend asked me after I announced becoming engaged to Sean. Without hesitation, I told her I could see being with him in
"Can you see yourself with him 20 years from now?" That's what a friend asked me after I announced becoming engaged to Sean. Without hesitation, I told her I could see being with him in
"I am never getting married again." "There's probably only a 10% chance we will still be together at Thanksgiving." "You have no business remarrying either, Sean." "Let's promise to see that movie in December even
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