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I was thinking about how sometimes in relationships you have one perfect moment and then you spend the rest of the relationship trying to recapture it or believing that moment is your relationship.

It was a Saturday night. Late. The 50-degree weather felt like 70 because the winter had been so long and cold. The only light in the entire house was coming from the TV in his bedroom. The sound was turned all the way down and we laid on the bed whispering secrets. And then it was too late and I had to go home and the perfect moment was gone. And he kissed me goodnight and kissed that day goodbye.

As long as I live I will never have the right to complain about any relationship again because I have had more perfect moments than any person has a right to have. I had the perfect moment when someone said “I’m home,” the perfect moment when someone took my hand and held the screen door open for me, the perfect moment when someone said “Come on, let’s go dance,” the perfect moment when someone handed me a velveteen box with a promise in it. There have been more, even smaller, moments — more than I can easily remember.

Sometimes you spend an entire relationship trying to create one perfect moment you wish existed. I don’t think I’ll ever have to do that again. I’ve had my moments. I have nothing to complain about.

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