In 1992, most young girls were falling in love with NKOTB
...and I was falling in love with my future husband.
...and I was falling in love with my future husband.
(Even though to him, I was just a his sister's pesky little friend that always tried to play with the boys- and inevitably ended up with a skinned knee. Good thing he's grown up and I clean up nicely.)
Funny, how things happen for a reason.
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