Chapter Eleven
Hungover soup was one thing I never made.
You, yourself helped me make some.
But in the end, the kitchen was messy and so were we.
That enthusiasm was what I always felt around you.
One thing I was sure was,
I love you.
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One Promise - PJM
Romance"I dream while looking at you Inside those pitch black nights The lights we saw in each other Were saying the same thing . . . "
