I think I am a sad hopeless romantic. I want the flowers, I want the nice dinner, the quintessential gesture. I want the surpise I want the thought that goes into everything he does.
Sad... But I doubt I will find it. [I shed a tear]
I am resigned to believe that these things are only in the imagination. Guys dont take this personally but your thoughts are as deep as a frying pan.
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