I wanted to know mornings, afternoons, and evenings with her, to see who she really was. I realize now, that's dating. What dating is for. I have so often jumped the gun and "married" the woman first and then spent the following months in a dizzying blur of hormones and melting boundaries. What would it be like to go slow? To let the relationship unfold like a poem, word by word, line by line--see if it really was a poem worth keeping.
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