I love you, I do. It was a dizzy, fizzy, fluffy love. It ate me whole. Time happened, and now everything has changed, but I still love you. When you ask me at night or tomorrow or in thirty seven years I will still love you. You can ask me in a starlit field or a Camden toilet and my answer will never change. Love tastes like chili chocolate, salty crispy fries and the taste of your mouth. Warm, comforting, perfect.
I know I act strange.
Try very hard to believe me.
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