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Oh Winston... Where do I even begin.....

Will you be my...

I'll look into your eye and other eye that is made of glass... And I'll ask you the question I've been waiting years to ask you...........................

I just wish that I could gallop through the long grasses of Chattanooga with you, gaze at the city skyline of Portland...... possibly even spend the summer in Lichtenstein and rent the country out for a big large extravagant ball that only the most esteemed guests will attend, where I will bow down on my singular knee.

I've been in love with you since the moment I ever first laid my eyes on you, your beautiful silky 3 strands of hair, your glistening 7 teeth. Every night before I go to bed I look up to the stars and dream of a world where you and I gaze at them together, saddened by the fact that we can't. But us being under the same moon brings me some consolation during those times.