You know I liked brown sugar on my popcorn
and that I hated popcorn plain or buttered,
and could only enjoy it sweet,
so when I asked you to please refill the popcorn
and make sure to add brown sugar,
in the midst of The Faults in Our Stars,
because I could bear to leave Augustus and Hazel,
you leaned close, with your lips to my ears,
"If you go out with me, it'll be sweeter
than all the brown sugar in the world combined."
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