Yeats.
I told her I liked Yeats, and a week later, she gave me a copy of his
Collected Poems. I thought this was odd, as of course I had a copy, he
was my favorite poet. So I hid my copy.
When we moved in together, she found my hidden copy. “Why didn’t you
tell me you had it?” she asked. “Because I was so happy that you thought
of me, this is the only copy I wanted to read.”
We were married before the end of the year.
:D :D :D
If only this guy weren’t married…
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