Exciting you, just make you love me too
Somebody you're not in love with at all
Tom opened the door, sure he had heard a knock, and frowned a little, not seeing anyone there. He called out, and the only answer was a slight breeze rustling the leaves on some bushes. He began to pull the door closed when it bumped something. He bent and picked the package up - a small box with a piece of paper pasted to its top. "To my love," the tag read.
Tom smiled. He opened the box and popped a chocolate into his mouth, savoring its taste. He would have to thank Polly late -
Merope. Merope. Merope.