A Letter to My “One Day” Man
“Don’t take me to the ballet. Or the rainbow room. Don’t make it a carriage ride through Central Park or a weekend getaway. I’m not even sure I need you to get on one knee. But do it on the door step. On the front stoop. Sitting next to me. On the same level. Turn to me and ask me to be your best friend, your lover, your absolute equal. So that then we can go inside and begin our life together, as we’ve always known we should.”
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