MINE, PEACHES
He looked like he had been struck over again by Cupid, and with the way he was staring at me, I felt like I had been struck by Cupid over again, too.
For others, Cupid only struck once. But for us, it struck over and over again, not because our love wasn't sufficient. It was. Our love was always sufficient but Cupid struck because no matter how much I love this man, no matter how much I craved him like a drug, no matter how addicted I was to him, I still wanted more.
More and more of him, and with this excessive craving, Cupid was doing its thing with us.
We had eventually gone for a peaches bloom themed venue, and it was perfect. Everything was perfect.
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