I'm moving to Canada! That is all.
Not sure when yet but it's gonna happen!
Whoooooeeeeee!!!!!!
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She made me crochet hearts.
I made her a bike.
She cut my hair.
I gave her my special hand-made bag.
She wrote messages of love on the steamy bus window.
I replied.
She tattooed my chest.
I tattooed her leg.
We drew the same picture without knowing by pure coincidence.
She played with my beard.
I drew messages on her while she slept.
She sent me text messages whilst sat opposite me.
I fixed the holes in her cardigan and then stitched a heart into it.
We looked deep into each others eyes.
She got called a 'prick' by a London taxi driver because she looked the wrong way.
I was relieved she was safe.
We ate tomatoes and lots of cheeses and sat in the park.
It was the best thing ever, over and over.
A Turkish man did a dance for her.
I beat his dance with my own improvised version.
We rode all over London and by the canals.
She got sunburned on her shoulder.
I had 3 different tan shades on my legs.
We laughed and we cried.
We spoke our own language and made up sayings.
And fell in love every day again and again.
We kissed and hugged like never before.
It was the greatest time in the world.
She made me a card with the most beautiful note inside.
I gave her a ring.
She changed my life.
And then she got her flight back to Canada.
I made beating noises on the wooden floor with my tears.
Not sure when yet but it's gonna happen!
Whoooooeeeeee!!!!!!
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She made me crochet hearts.
I made her a bike.
She cut my hair.
I gave her my special hand-made bag.
She wrote messages of love on the steamy bus window.
I replied.
She tattooed my chest.
I tattooed her leg.
We drew the same picture without knowing by pure coincidence.
She played with my beard.
I drew messages on her while she slept.
She sent me text messages whilst sat opposite me.
I fixed the holes in her cardigan and then stitched a heart into it.
We looked deep into each others eyes.
She got called a 'prick' by a London taxi driver because she looked the wrong way.
I was relieved she was safe.
We ate tomatoes and lots of cheeses and sat in the park.
It was the best thing ever, over and over.
A Turkish man did a dance for her.
I beat his dance with my own improvised version.
We rode all over London and by the canals.
She got sunburned on her shoulder.
I had 3 different tan shades on my legs.
We laughed and we cried.
We spoke our own language and made up sayings.
And fell in love every day again and again.
We kissed and hugged like never before.
It was the greatest time in the world.
She made me a card with the most beautiful note inside.
I gave her a ring.
She changed my life.
And then she got her flight back to Canada.
I made beating noises on the wooden floor with my tears.




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