It's not the flowers or the poems,
the never-ending drama stories,
compromises or disagreements...
not the Kodak moments or cuddles,
late night long goodbyes or butterflies...
not the insecurities or reassurances
fights, spites, kisses or misses...
but the constant knowledge of companionship,
a comfort of being carried in another's thoughts.
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Ding! Ding! Ding! We've found ourselves a winner here folks.
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