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The pages of love

Since it's Valentine's Day, I am going to sing the praises of the love of my life. She's a special girl. I remember so clearly the day I met her. I was 16 years old, just minding my own business at the Circle K, and our eyes met.

I fell in love immediately, and I think that she did, too.

"Hi there," I said, then grabbed her and held her in my arms. I took her home with me - it was so exciting! That night we had the most unbelievable sexual experience of my life at that point.

There would be many more to come.

We didn't do a whole lot of talking that night - she's not very vocal - and that set the tone for our entire relationship.

This is not to suggest that our togetherness is solely about sex. My woman is a truly wonderful, deep girl - full of controversial views about politics and insights about the lives of celebrities.

Our relationship never gets stale. Sometimes - usually at the end of the month - I get a little sick of her. But then, at the beginning of the new month, she seems so new again.

It's like she's an entirely new edition of the girl that I can't get enough of.

I admit that our relationship is a bit unorthodox because our lifestyles are so different. I work and go to school, while she does neither - a traditional "housewife." Although I never ask her to do chores around the house.

In fact, she hardly ever leaves my apartment. She lies in my bed under my sheets most of the time, and I can't remember ever having seen her eat. I hope that she's not anorexic. She's so thin.

But, if she does have an eating disorder, I'll help her through it. She always listens to my problems and helps me get rid of all the stress that pours into my life.

We have such an open relationship. One of the things I love about her is that she never gets jealous. She doesn't care at all when other girls come into my life; never blinks an eye even when I bring another woman into the same room that she's in.

It goes both ways. From time to time, my friends have asked to spend the night with my girlfriend. Who am I to turn them down? She is more than enough beauty to go around, so I have no problem passing her among my friends.

I don't get jealous either because I know that she'll always come back to me. She knows that no matter what my love life is like, I'll always eventually end up back with her.

I look forward to turning the pages of our lives together.

Although our affair is somewhat of a secret, I can't stand not mentioning her name. It's such a beautiful moniker. Her name even begins with the same letter as mine! If that's not fate, then I don't know what is.

Her name, her luscious name, rolls off of my lips - "Penthouse."