I know a girl who kept every note ever passed to her. In a box or a drawer or somewhere, I’m really not sure. Someday, I hope true love finds her. I hope that it wraps its arms around her and never lets go. And I hope all those old notes, they don’t matter any more. All that matters is that every day is a gift. Every moment is a smile. And there are never any strings attached.

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