Love.... Love was the last thing on my mind until I met you. Your bright smile, the way you moved and spoke. How soft and gentle your Hazel eyes are. I could still remember the chills you gave me with each glance in my direction. Oh, how much a broken soul I was until you came along. Mending my crumbling heart as we grew closer. Then with our first kiss. My first kiss... You swept me off my feet and broke down my walls around my fragile heart. Our love bloomed like a flower and continues to grow as we become one. One being to take on the world. My love. My boyfriend. My best friend.
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