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Boy, was he a f**king mess.
Thanks for sticking around, for not giving up on me. I know that at times you wanted to. But . . . it was great having you along for the ride.
If this were a fairy tale, now would be the time you’d read, “And they lived happily ever after . . .”
But that’s just too boring for us.
So instead, I’ll tell you this:
We lived . . . the same way we loved: with passion, tenderness, and laughter. And every day—every f**king day—to the very fullest.