A Novel

Oh woman,

If only you knew. You have funny ideas of what kind of person I am. You think I’m strong when I’m fairly certain I am not. You’re not a psycho-depressive failure. Like I said. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You’re beautiful Nicki. And I’m not talking about your physical looks. I’m talking about your soul. You remind me of myself. We share more ideas and values than you’d think. I love you because despite all you’re going through, you’re still that goofy (in a good way) gamer girl who thinks she can beat me in Metroid. =)

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baby, I KNOW I can beat you in Metroid. I’m unbeaten.

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I have to be honest, Nicki.

If you ask me why I love you, no matter what I say, I’d have to shorten the answer. Because I could write a novel really.

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Then please write a novel…

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Then I shall write a novel, Nicki.

However I’m afraid the name I want is already taken. “Never ending story”

Alright then Nicki. I’ll give it a shot…

~Bruce