Is it true that unions end because one person loves a little bit less?
But what happens if I told you that I am willing to love you a little bit more than your little bit less?
A few years down the line, would you still give me a smile that your lips promised to only share with me?
Will your voice still have that curious inflection when you whisper words that mean nothing yet mean so much?
Can I take your lips with my tongue and make them mine to do or to die?
We should start this journey together, and so, a question: Will you join me for coffee tonight?