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Candy apple part two


It was my birthday And I was looking forward to getting my candy apple I spent time with my family Making sure I had some time to spear to go get one My fiance told me he was taking me with his family Across the bored He wanted to get me a gift I went with My candy apple.... That's all I had on my mind Am I not getting one this year? I'm I going to have to wait ? But it's something since I've don't since 18 I'm happy I'm with him but he knows how much this means to me.... The shops would be closed by then.... We go out with his family They show me a good time I was nervous and scared It was a new place to me But in another area of a place I was taken when I was younger Reason I don't cross the bored I'm scared to be kidnapped again But I knew I was safe I'm with him and his family We walk around I got a few gifts New experiences But still the apple was on my mind... It was getting late It was time to go ... The shops are closed at this point .. I'll wait till another time I have free I hear him say Oh your candy apple I didn't forget Let's turn back and get one for you I was shocked He's family smiled and laughed That was one of the main reasons we were in that area There candy apples are the biggest they've seen Wanted to surprise me with one We got to the corner They flagged the guy down He gave them a candy apple One that was the biggest I've ever seen They gave it to me and said We know this was your tradition to yourself But wanted to show you your not alone I wanted to cry Never in my life has someone or at leave there family included Has ever payed this much attention to the smallest of details Even my family doesn't really care about this like tradition I made for myself How I felt so loved And I got my candy apple in the end But it was a gift I got myself It was a gift that was given to me The smallest change to something done for a long time Makes a difference The man who started my little tradition I hope you can see how far it has gotten A candy apple on my birthday
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