When he gave me the gift, my knees were shaking and I would have recited all the poems in the world to him. If I’d let myself go, I’d imagine playing with my fingers through his messy beard. I loved the shabby suit he only wore once a year, I wanted him to take me in his arms and dance to the most romantic song in the world. You’re the first, the last, my everything. He was the first …
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