Love…

“Kissing you is like Christmas,” she whispered.

“Kissing you is like the Fourth of July,” he said.

“So you last longer and I’m only good for one night? ” she laughed.

“No, I’m twinkle lights while you’re amazing fireworks,” he replied, kissing her again.

 

 

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