Counting Game He v’s she

We carved our initials, enveloped by a sweethearts symbol, when we were Eightteen. The Tree has long fallen and decayed, but out love has blossomed into something beautiful.

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One day, Eighty One years from now, they will find our romantic correspondences, buried in the attic and covered in dust. They will be shocked, amazed, and awed at what they will read.

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Does she rember our One Eating picknick by the lake? Such a blur of romance and excitement i fear not. Do not fret for long. Once Seven Nights passed over, our minds and souls would never be the same since.

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Looking back fondly, I barely can hold back my grief. One Century I have lived, Seventy Seven with you. I miss you my dear something fierce. Soon I pray we will dance in the moonlight again.

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On a velvet purple afternoon, One month and Seven days from our first chance encounter, the tea with us Three will always be fond and dear to me.

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