I've had time to write a book about the way you act and look, but I haven't got a paragraph
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words are always getting in my way, anyway, I love you.You and your boyfriend, Makoto, were moving into your new apartment in Tokyo. You sat down in the kitchen floor and started unloading one of the heavy boxes, then something caught your eye, a small stack of letters addressed to you. You look over your shoulder to see if Makoto is anywhere nearby, kinda shady, yes, but the letters were addressed to you, so you could open them, right? As you read the letter, you realized it was a love letter from Makoto, from over three years before you two had started going out, one after another, you opened and read them.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" Makoto walks into the kitchen and cheerfully sets down another box.
Immersed in these letters, you don't hear him, so when you don't answer him he walks over,
"(Y/n)?" He leans in and spots the letter, "Oh my gosh, (y/n)! Please don't read that! It's too embarrassing!" Makoto frantically tries to grab the letter away but you dodge his attempts one after another until he finally gives up. At this point he's laid over your lap in defeat, you notice he's actually really embarrassed by the redness of his ears, so you stop, much to your displeasure, lean in and plant a kiss on the back of his head.
"Don't be embarrassed, Makoto, these letters were so sweet.. I loved them, thank you.."
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