I will always love Sunday's and the fact that when I'm with you we won't ever want to get out of bed. We'll listen to Etta James and play uno while the sound of our childhood cartoons play in the background. I'll kiss your cheeks, eyelids, forehead, and lips and feel an overwhelming surge of contentment pass over me.
We'll live in our own little bubble and not have a care in the world. I'll tell you how much I love you and you'll smile and tell me that this is forever and I'll believe you.
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