He loves me arot.
He kisses me on the lips when I ask for one. He hugs me tight when I need it. No questions asked.
And because I love him too, I would go all the miles to look for his Oliver. Yes, I did search high and low while I was in the Honks.
And because our love is fated, I was led to what I believe was the one and only Oliver left hanging on the shelves of Singapore.
But my man, you've got to watch out.
'Cos I am so beginning to fall in love with another man called Young.
(No, not you, dude. And definitely not that fucker of a HR director.)
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