Time passes us so quickly. Opportunities of compensation, forgiveness, love, and romance pass us up with such great speed, that often we miss it. But hony, our first Christmas in 2008, was special. And yet, even when we succeed to capture these matchless opportunities, if we do not remember them somehow, they do not become memories.
This is the two-pager that I wrote for you about the time we first met.
In this box that (btw, I spent like 2 hours making) was made out of cardboard and wrapping paper, was a Snoopy with a Christmas hat holding the two-pager.
When you came to visit me on the last day of 2008, I had this box tied with a ribbon, sealed with a rose, and surrounded by about 30 hand-made red and white roses. I know, I know, hony. Your present to me was nicer. By saying this I don't negate that fact. I just mean to say that I really love you, and that the love that led me to give this Christmas present to you in 2008 is a love that I hope will last forever in our memories.
This is the two-pager that I wrote for you about the time we first met.
In this box that (btw, I spent like 2 hours making) was made out of cardboard and wrapping paper, was a Snoopy with a Christmas hat holding the two-pager.
When you came to visit me on the last day of 2008, I had this box tied with a ribbon, sealed with a rose, and surrounded by about 30 hand-made red and white roses. I know, I know, hony. Your present to me was nicer. By saying this I don't negate that fact. I just mean to say that I really love you, and that the love that led me to give this Christmas present to you in 2008 is a love that I hope will last forever in our memories.
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