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Thank you,

Amor,

I love you so much. Thank you for always being patient with me even if sometimes I’m a little crazy. Thank you for always believing in me and backing me up. Thank you for being honest with me all the time and for telling me how it is instead of sugar coating things.  Thank you for keeping me grounded and focused on my goals and for pushing me toward them instead taking me away from them. Thank you for loving me after every argument and “breakup”. Thank you for not holding grudges and always putting irrelevant things past us. Thank you for letting me be a part of your family and a part of your friend group. Thank you for choosing to be in my life even when my brain was all messed up. I love more than anything and I just want to thank you for being so good to me. Sometimes I get so caught up in trying to get somewhere and reach some goal but you’ve taught me to enjoy every day and I thank you for that. I just want you to know that I don’t take you for granted and that I always thank God for putting you in my life because I wouldn’t be living this happy without you and your love and kindness and patience and happiness and determination. I admire you and how you take control of your life and it makes me feel so special that you choose to let me be a part of your life. I just want you to know that I love you more than anything. You’re the best description of love ❤️

-Karina soon-to-be Vega

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