T onight as I wait for you to come home
O ffering to listen to you on the phone

M emories of our early days came to my mind
Y ou remember our first date, it was around lunch time

L ol, omg, wasnt it funny
A cold pasta dish, that was nasty and runny
D elightfully bad I made it myself
Y ou remember the first day we met

L ocked in my car, the handle broke, wasnt I upset
O ver the years I have grown to never forget
V ery special times of us , of things I will never regret
Each and every day we grow, we get stronger and better yet

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