I can't tell you how it meant to me that you came to me first. I'm sorry it happened and sorry that it was you, but I've been worrying about us, about what had or would change, but now I know we'll be okay. I'm not going anywhere.
If you like pinacoladas and getting caught in the rain, if you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain, if you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape, then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape!
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