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| Chris on one of our trips to Port Angeles, Washington, when we lived in Victoria a decade ago. |
Twenty-four. That's the number of years Chris and I have been together today.
It seems as though we just met. Chris was twenty-three years old back on June 13, 1992–a boy, really. Now, he's forty-seven, and a man.
And what a beautiful man. I count my blessings every day that I met him, that we clicked, and that we still click today.
On the day after the horrendous massacre at the nightclub in Orlando, when we're all in shock, speechless, and grieving, I hope what Chris and I have is a testament to the deep and enduring love possible between two men.
Who in their right mind can say that is wrong?
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