I love it when you’re here to have coffee with me.
Thank you for choosing to be here; for spending time with me. I think
you’re just about the coolest person ever; and, no, I don’t think
you’re perfect, but you’re perfect for me. And I can’t seem to get
enough of you.
Written by J. A. Busfield on December 26, 2011
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