My Lobby of Love.
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Welcome to My Lobby of Love.
These words are all I have to profess my undying love;
To you know who you are, come back here every time you doubt yourself.
Let these words change your mind and tell you what you mean to me and what I feel about you.
Let this place be ours to reconnect and grow with each other.
The next time you remember something painful about us, know I have woven a balm here for you to heal those little wounds.
The next time you forget who I am, remember who you are to me.
You are the reason for my happiness; nothing in this world, not even myself, can change that.
Let me love you right this time if you let me.
This book is full of love, loss, and so much of you.
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