

Love Is... A Peterick Story"Patrick?" Pete asked as they layed in the feild wachin the pink and orange sunset. "What's up babe?" "What is love?" Patrick blinked clearly confused at the question. But he had to answer. So he replied, "Well, love is when I wake up to your smiling face in the morning." Pete lightened up. "Really?" "Yea. Love is your eyes under the rain. Filled with pure joy and contentment." Pete snikered. "Well I do love the rain." "A little too much." They laughed and Patrick sighed. "Baby, love is also when you laugh." He looked down embarrassed. "It makes my soul soar." "Wow. Tricky you do have a way with words. Patrick blushed and shrugged. "Well I doLove Is... A Peterick Story
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