Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on February 14, 2016 by Jan Wilberg

The first time we kissed, I passed out.
I say I swooned. He says I was drunk.
All of life is subject to interpretation.
A couple can share their history but not their stories.
That’s the secret of a great marriage.
There are two people.
Category: WritingTags: Secret to a long marriage, Valentine's Day

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Nice 🙂
You are blessed. Not everyone is so lucky, like you. May you both flourish forever. I’m alone on Valentine’s Day. Destiny!