True love is spinning out of control, jumping into a pile of autumn leaves, never wanting to get off of the tire swing on a summers evening, taking a nap with your love while the breeze gently sways the hammock, looking into the eyes of a child, sweet sweet kisses wrapped in a soft comfortable embrace.
My high school true love, my friend.
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