"I could marry you someday."
Five years have past, but I know that I'm still your number one girl. And I know you need to get the normal 25-year-old-boy things out of your system before you're ready to respect someone as much as I know you respect me.
It's OK. Just knowing that makes it OK.
Maybe we'll never make it. Maybe we will. Regardless, you're my "backup" and I'm yours, and we'll always be able to laugh about it, right? Because it's funny that, to us, the idea of a backup has a slightly deeper meaning.
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