π'ππ² always had this strawberry-scented paper,
I've π―π²π²π» saving up for a special letter. And now, it's
time for ππΏπΆππΆπ»π΄. I pick up my favorite pen, cause this's
for you and only ππΌπ. I'll start with a ππ¦π’π³ ππ°π·π¦, and
seal it with a kiss. π hopeful smile and an timid
skip, I'll hand you my πΉπ²πππ²πΏ. Now, tis' is the only
step left: to start writing my love letter, for you.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
π'ππ² always had this strawberry-scented paper,
I've π―π²π²π» saving up for a special letter. And now, it's
time for ππΏπΆππΆπ»π΄. I pick up my favorite pen, cause this's
for you and only ππΌπ. I'll start with a ππ¦π’π³ ππ°π·π¦, and
seal it with a kiss. π hopeful smile and an timid
skip, I'll hand you my πΉπ²πππ²πΏ. Now, tis' is the only
step left: to start writing my love letter, for you.
Open it up and read it. I spent hours on it. They're hard to write...
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