Watching a movie about a girl who was mistaken for another girl and became rich because she fell in love with the gorgeous brother. Who was rich. And he fell in love back.
This never happened to me. I never fell in love with a rich guy.
That’s okay.
I fell in love with a gorgeous dreamer who spoils me rotten and is so perfect for me that I don’t need no rich guys.
I fell in love with a smartass dude who is passionate about many things and respects my passions, even if he doesn’t understand them.
I fell in love with a huggable hunk who will rub my feet if I want him to.
So, fake movie pseudo-lover with trust fund, forget it. I fell in love with Edmund, and the longer I am with him the more I can’t let him go.
A three-some might be negotiable. I’ll have to ask Ed first.
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