I'm standing at your door,and my heart races. My hands are shaking.I slowly rasie my hand and I knock on your door. I feel like my breath catch in my throat as I see you open the door,and I see your parents on both sides of you.I hold the roses in my hand to the point that my hands start to bleed from the throns on the rose,and I say stuttering H-H-Hey, babe. Uh.... I got you some flowers.Their your favorite ones.Their very nice,and pretty,and.... Flowery? And hello,mrs. and mr their parents.
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