True Love
Love
is when your laying
under a blanket,with
her and she rolls over,
unintentionally taking all------------------------>
of the covers. Then you
wake up shivering,
looking at how snuggled
and warm she is. Then you
smile, shake your head
and fall asleep, warm
again. As if you were
under that blanket again,
that's love.
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