"What does love mean?" I laughed, she nodded expectantly. "Well, I've always thought about it as if love is a homeless guy: searching for treasure in the middle of the rain and he finds a bag of gold coins but slowly finds out they're all filled with chocolate and even though he's heart broken, he can't complain because he was hungry in the first place." She smiled at that, as if agreeing with what I had said but I proceeded to explain. "I guess you could say that you were my chocolate. I wasn't looking for you but I found you and I didn't realise how much I needed you until you were with me."
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