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Last year's valentines was a memory.
It feels like yesterday.
When I spent all day cutting out little hearts.
And when you got home you got the surprise.
Confetti. Pink. Hearts. Happiness. Love.
They all fell around you once you entered.
You smiled and kissed me.
I smiled and hugged you.
That was really just the beginning of the surprises.
Or maybe I just wanted to ignore the mess of confetti by the entrance door for a bit.
I cooked us dinner. Lit up candles. Gave you the roses. Kissed you.
You let me give to you and I was pleased.
We watched movies. We kissed more. We talked.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
How many times was it repeated that night?
I truly do love you.
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Things That Fall | L.S.
RomanceHarry. Notebook. Pencil. Love. Admiration. Memory. He can't help but be cheesy. It's Valentine's Day for fuck's sake. Inspired by the poem 'things that fall' by ivyandrose.
