The two hundred and twenty-ninth thing I love about us is the music I hear whenever I look at you from across the room.
Is it like, different music every time? Or do you mean I have my own theme song in your head???
It's as different every time as the infinite number of freshly wondrous angles I can see you from.
... when I think of you.
Is it like, different music every time? Or do you mean I have my own theme song in your head???
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