My Heart Doesn't Have Eyes

We met one day for coffee and I thought you were cute in boyish way. Now here we are 6 months later and I miss you every minute you're not with me. I thought you weren't my type, but couldn't have been more wrong. I love my night nurse. —Glad I Listened to My Heart

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