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Most women of my mother's generation never called their husband by name. Most women in my generation have not held hands with or made willing and happy eye-contact openly in public with their husbands...
Love will never be as strong as when you're sixteen and you're carving the boy's name in to your desk, pencil or forearm depending on how cute he is. I've always wondered why people say things like "puppy love" or "infatuation" when this is truly the time you feel that you will never be able to breathe again without your love, let alone laugh or even sing.