You asked me if I was comfortable. If I needed or wanted anything else. I told you the mountains, the sea and the sky would be nice.
You went to fetch them. I also need milk now.
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
I love this. Mixing the mundane with the extraordinary.
"Hey, would you like to go to the shops with me? And then maybe fall in love and get married? Cos I'm out of milk."
Ha ha! :)
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