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  It’s always a tad awkward, isn’t it? You’re head over heels in love with Mr. Right, the conversations have grown…

Because they know your quirks.

His almost shoulder length hair that is usually tucked back into a straw cowboy hat frames our first kiss and tickles my cheek, his calloused finger tips, worn from hours of guitar playing, are grazing my neck as he wraps his hands up in my perfectly messy waves.