From A Poor Secret Admirer Probably I’m determined to become rich with loving memories of you and I. Unlike money, love can’t be measured, so prove you love me with a savings account of romantic adventures: Front-row seats to a symphony of your snores and whispers. A limited edition perfume of your morning breath. A proposal so sweet it’s topped off with a ring pop. A honeymoon lavishly decorated with your goofy smile. Yes, I confess I’m a gold digger. I’m greedy to live a broke life with unbroken love. If you’re okay with that, won’t you be my lover, my clearance aisle breadwinner? - Sappy

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