Dear Boyfriend
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Last published Tue, May 2, 2017
It's not a story or a novel!!
It's a journal full of short messages I've written- full of all my feelings from the deepest corners of my heart about love, unveiling my thoughts and encounters of romance, in my heartfelt words.
I'll be adding messages daily to the collection to provide you guys with this new insight into love.
I've sent many of these messages to my sweetheart and you guys are welcome to send any you feel resembles your idea of love to yours too, I'll be more than happy to know how it goes so do tell me about it all in the comments section below.
Love
Summer
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