We didn't actually meet for another two years.
By Christmas of 1986...I had made the first move ;) and we were together.
I'm not sure if my romantic husband kept this little keepsake momento as a token of his love for me...or because he has a bit of pack rat blood running through his veins...but it is sweet that he still has it & that he remembers.
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That is the best story. The sweetest legacy.
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