"Let's dance in the kitchen, music blaring. My arms around your waist, we're making pancakes. Our favorite song is on, and your singing into the spatula, while I look at you adoringly, you don't know it yet.
But I'm in love with you, and my mother is waiting for me to pop the question. And then and there I did."- me, when I was 11.
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