I told Adam tonight that we needed to get away, even for an hour, and so we did. There is a wonderful wine bar called Corkscrew in Sellwood, and we split a bottle of wine and a small bowl of olives. Adam and I have fought through thick and thin to be together, but through it all, we always believed we would find a way. This was a song that we listened to many times over the year plus we waited to be together, and even today, the lyrics ring true:
Everybody's been a-talkin'; they say our love wasn't real
That it would soon be over; that's not the way that I feel
But I don't worry, honey; let them say what they may
Come on and stick with me, baby; we'll find a way
Yes, we'll find a way
Everybody's been a-talkin'; yes, the news travels fast
They said the fire would stop burnin', that the flame wouldn't last
But I don't worry, honey; let them say what they may
Come on and stick with me, baby; we'll find a way
Yes, we'll find a way
Come on and stick with me, baby
There were many nights I fell asleep not knowing how Adam and I would find a way, but we kept loving each other, and our love found a way.
x o, Karli
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