I want love.
It's a beautiful thing, and I can tell just from ordinary pictures. What a beaut.
It's magic, I tell you.
No, wait, it's not.
It's something a little more than magic.
Perhaps it is a form of magic itself?
Isn't it beautiful though?
That silly little thing we call love.
Sure is to me.
I'm secretly a hopeless romantic deep deep deep down inside me.
I want someone to text me good morning, to stay up late with me, take funny pictures with me, and just someone who would listen to me.
Fuck it.
Love.
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