When I first glanced at her, approximately 3 Years ago I thought I had figured it out but, boy, it was just the beginning of .... I tried to gather courage but shyness had run through my veins making me speechless and motionless. She was like a needle inside a haystack, hard to find but contented when you set an eye on it . Her smiling face heated my inside spirit and in minutes love was vaporizing in the "room", hoping that it would condense on her honey sweet lips. I imagined they were lilac soft.
For a long time Santa has been secretly leaving sweet and memorable love letters for her to brighten up her dark days. She has always kept them close.
"Life without her is like a dysfunctional compass- it is directionless"
~Secret Santa
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