Honey,
love you is the way I can stop
and think of you
smile at the ground
and giggle a bit
and start to think
of how much you mean to me
and wonder
what I’ll do without you beside me.
True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
My love for you can turn a mountain to waters
My love for you has no appropriate description, it hasn’t any numerical equivalence.
Situation: Miss Him.
My LOVE?
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