You must be an angel. You look like one. You glow like one. You s
oar like one. And like the angel you are, you take me to heaven every time I’m with you.
Since I’ve been with you, all those sappy love songs have started to make more and more sense. The old me would probably be embarrassed by such “corny” feelings. But who cares what the old me would think? He was an idiot who never really knew what it felt like to love and be loved.
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