"I made plans for us," he said.
Our passion for travel made us push each other to unknown places that seem hard to reach. We never hesitated to take the scenic route, because that was part of the journey. The things we saw are masterpieces handcrafted by the man up above. Sure, we got lost a few times along the way, but that is what it's about.
It's about coming home at the end of the day with messy hair, dirty feet, rumpled clothes, yet still with smiles plastered across our faces.
I have always heard that love is an adventure — that's how I knew it was him.
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Devyn Porter
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