My darling,
As I was walking this morning heading to my daily duties I thought of you. Each step evoked a memory of you, a smile, a look, a touch or just an acomplice glance that only you know. I remembered having a coffee with you one time at that little cafe when I touched your hand by accident. I was smile while I walked all by myself and if someone would have seen me they would think how weird I looked.
As I was walking this morning and thought of you I reflected on those other things that are comparable to being with you.
As I was walking this morning and thought of you, I realized that not even chocolate compares to you.
Not even chocolate? *Gasp* Isn't that a sacrilege?
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