I hope you have read this one.
You are my favorite, the way I always loved to be in rustic places. I still think about the first time we’ve met, what you think of me when we were introduced a few years back and if you minded our age gap.
I fell in love with just the thought of you and been thinking of how you’ve been when you’re not sharing anything on social media. I always wanted to know your favorites and if we ever had the same tastes. I wondered if I will ever get to the places you’ve been because I wanted us to somehow have similarities. I write poems whenever I think of you and confess to the world how special you are and how I imagine you and me in every love story I read or every romance movie I saw.
I wonder if these feelings would ever reach you or if…
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