I hold a picture in my hand. It's a simple picture, but it's a picture that I stare at in awe. I've looked at it a thousand times today, each time falling more and more in love. I haven't met the person that stares back at me, but I yearn to talk to her. I yearn to know her. She's eight year's old, beautiful as can be, and has what sounds like a wonderful personality.
I hold a picture in my hand and can't help but wonder...have we found the one??
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