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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐄.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃:...
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Listen to- oh, who am I kidding? You all know what to do. 😉
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Found this little bistro a few blocks down from my apartment block. It's really cute and homey – kinda like what you would be like, if you were a bistro.
That sounded weird, didn't it?
I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this, as I'm sure you can tell. I hope my ineptness doesn't scare you away – especially not before I'm able to take you out on a date. A real date. Not these Skype ones we've been having.
Don't get me wrong, I love seeing your face in a freeze-frame during our crappily-connected video calls, but I'm certain that nothing will compare to seeing your beauty in person.
Did I mention that the bistro is Italian? I checked, and they have all of your favorites: lasagne, double-pepperoni pizza, triple-chocolate gelato... You'll love it.
I know that I've said this perhaps a thousand times before, but lately, I've found myself thinking of this more and more – in fact, it's been all that has captured my thoughts for a long while now – I want to see you. In person, not through an insufferably small screen.
I want nothing more than to see you standing right in front of me. I know that it's not the biggest of possibilities at the moment, but I have to keep reminding you of it.
Don't think that all of these inconsequential barriers keeping us from being together will stop me from seeing you, because I assure you, moon, there is no force in the universe strong enough to keep us apart forever.
