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Last weekend, Kelly showed me some of her yearbooks from her youth. We found the one for her senior year, at McQueen High School. The year that I was there too, as an exchange student.
As we opened it, the first thing we saw was my writing. On the top of the back of the cover. Basically, the “first” place where one could ever possibly write. And here’s what I wrote:

Kelly!!! I love you woman! You are one of the first sexy women who talked to me! I feel sooo special :) Have fun in college, don’t get naked and drunk at the same time (or you’ll get pregnant), but still have fun forever. You’ll hear more from me!!! (he he)

Whoa! As we finished reading it out loud, we looked at each other and laughed out loud. The words “you’ll hear more from me” echoing, and changing meanings as our history replayed in a flash: It all started with occasionally chatting on the internet, to seeing each other here and there… several months of no contact, and then starting again with chatting online more and more. From there, things translated into the real world, and we started hanging out more and more, falling in love slowly to recently end up becoming quite inseparable.

He he, indeed, Kelly. And I still think she’ll hear more from me.