ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℕ𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝.

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I want love.
No, I mean like love, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.
And I don't care how cheesy it sounds,
But yes, I want a romance novel
Type of Love.
I want the sweet soul of a man.
To notice me at a grocery store.
Or across a bookstore.
Or in the fields or a park watching dogs.
I want someone to find my eyes and fall so head over heels for me, it hurts them to breathe.
And I want to love someone so deeply in return,
And kiss them everywhere, leaving red lipstick.
All over their cheeks, their forehead, their neck.
I want us to live together somewhere in Europe.
Or something, in a city where love can't die.
I want to bury them in hugs and smell them,
Each morning as I wake up and cook them,
The messiest eggs and toast for breakfast.
I want the fights, the tears, the laughter,
And the craziness of it all.
I want that romance novel type of love.

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ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖.

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