I love you.
That's what you told me.
Does love run?
Yes, especially when it hurts.
BUT, come to my door.
Tell me you love me, that I am special, and that the way I laugh is perfect. My setting up my Christmas tree in August, is quite odd, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
That lounging on my bed with 3 obnoxious animals is what you truly want. Coffee mornings, late night meals and listening to norah. Perfect. Simple. Complete.
Don't run.
Because what if I told you... that I love you to?
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