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How Could I Not Love YouIn hysterics, we danced as wecrashed the Chinese New Year’s Ball. You taught me how to waltz. Blushing, I listened to your best friend ask me if you were opening up sexually. I told him there was no problem. I remember when we filled the prophecy of your horoscope by sharing champagne at the fireplace at the end of the week. We even toasted marshmallows. Nervous, I stood in the amphitheater and serenaded you. I’m sure I sang off key, but you said you loved my voice. You gave me a long-stemmed rose when you made me dinner, when we went downtown, when you came back from church. I kept those roses. Teeth chattering, we sat on a tire and kissed at the playground at midnight. It was bitter cold, but I didn’t care. The thought of you puts a sparkle in my eye and I can’t help but smile whenever I see you. How could I not love you?
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