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Sometimes I think I really must be the luckiest guy in the world. Other times, I know for a fact that I am.

I'm in love with a girl that is just as crazy about me as I am about her. She knows me and understands me, she accepts me for who I am. We've known each other for all our lives, we grew up together and, as far back as I can remember, I never truly loved anyone but her. In so many ways, it's not just natural that we ended up together: it's simply right.

I guess I could call her my girlfriend or my lover, my...