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Chapter 38 (v1)
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How could I not love you


In hysterics, we danced as we
crashed 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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