Can I Be Happy With You? - Seventh -

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I hummed as I folded the last of the load I'd finished drying. I yawned to myself and cuddled up on the bed. Letting the sweet aroma of fresh laundry cleanse me of any possible worry. I thought of every event that had happened it my life. At least the ones that started with him. It warmed my heart. This really isn't a dream. No one can pinch me and wake me up from this.

This is my life.

My reality.

This sweet, sweet meloncholic love, was mine.

Mine and mine only.

And yet once upon there was a time when people told me I was just young and confused. Tried to feed me poisonous words. Claiming I didn't know what the true meaning of love was.

I do.

They were wrong.

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