faith mark We fit perfectly together, in a pretzel tangle the way the handle curves and melts so smoothly into the coffee mug.
You liked different TV shows and movies than I did, but we fell for the same melodies. We could blast the same gorgeous tunes in the car, though we wouldn’t always catch each other’s references to pop culture.
I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to wake up next to you every morning.
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