You occupy my every waking thought.
I cannot go an hour, a minute, even a second
Without the image of you swimming through my mind.
While you can be salty at times
And that orange spray-tan isn't tasteful
It's all worth it to see that cheesy grin
That's practically carved into your face.
My dear, whenever I open my lunch bag
And see you
Staring back up at me
I smile
And you smile back.
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