When darkness consumed the city streets, she was the moonlight that allowed me to see. Often taken for granted, the moon serves us faithfully without the need of recognition. This is my proclamation of appreciation to her. Your unique aura makes you special. Your unchartered terrain makes you interesting. Being you makes you special. Being me, the person whom admires you, makes me the luckiest man in the galaxy.
Red Stripe beer. Hooray beer! Its late, that's why I type these weird things.
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