Laughing Like Two Broken Love birds


Dear Phil,

I have a small confession. Forgive this pouring of my heart.

I cherish Cornwall, where we first met. The moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew you were going to be a mild boyfriend. Recently, I have began to regard you as much more than just a mild boyfriend.

My feelings for you intensified when I saw you sailing in the moonlight. I was further wowed by your tremendous running skills.

You have eyes like lonely runner beans and the most teasing cheeks I've ever seen. When I look at you, I just want to peck those lonely runner bean eyes and touch that teasing cheeks.

You're so special with your crazy ways. The way you handle your naughty best mate shows great empathy and kindness.

I know that to you I'm just a cool girlfriend but I think we could be happy together, laughing like two broken love birds.

Please, say you'll be mine Phil!

All my love

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