I first saw the deer a week ago.

My boyfriend and I were hiking last weekend.

It was our anniversary and we finally had some time off work to spend some time with one

another.

My boyfriend, Aaron, was so excited.

He had grown up in the mountains and so he loved the idea of us heading out to his hometown

to hike.

It was sweet, seeing him this happy.

We'd been in a bit of a slump in our relationship because of work.

He'd been out on nights and I still work days, so we rarely saw each other.

We had tried our best to see each other at home, but it was hard.

This is exactly what we needed, so quality time together.

You're going to love this place, you have told me in the car, I promise.

God, I wish that was true.

It didn't take us long to reach his hometown.

Smooth sailing, all things considered.

Traffic was light, sun stayed up throughout,

and the tunes were on point. It was your standard rural town, quiet and reserved, the place

adorn with adorable little mom-and-pop shops and a miniature fountain in the center.

We found this cute little cabin on the outskirts of town. It was small,

but unbelievably cozy when you put the fire on. One thing that stood out to me was that the place

was littered with huge pine trees. Aaron told me how proud he was when he climbed one of them

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