Day 1,824
I had to meet Matt at McDonald's tonight. It was a halfway point from where we both were. It was dark. It was busy. There were lots of cars coming and going. We stood outside and hugged and kissed under the lights of the glowing, golden arches. With Matt, romance happens wherever we are. It doesn't matter if we're home, if we're alone or with people, if we're in the Outer Banks or a castle in Italy, or in a busy parking lot at McDonald's. When we're together, we're home and there's lots of love. Home is a person named Matt.
Thankful for Matt. He's the love of my life.
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