January 1, 2014
Dear Jane,
After days of thinking, I have finally made up my mind and visit you at your flat, but you weren't home.
I had a bouqet of white and pink roses because you said they were your favorite.
Since you weren't home I decided to leave the bouqet of rose on your doorstep.
I remember calling you cliché because you liked roses, but you told me everyone needed a cliché moment once in a while.
And I knew right then there that I was in love with you.
I miss those times Jane, do you do too?
Yours truly,
Niall
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