SERIOUSLY.
Mistress Zalita of the Magical Kingdom of Cuppy-Cake has stolen my heart, and broken it into a thousand crystaline fragments.
There's nothing left.
My heart is racing like I've just met Johnny Depp and he just said something profoundly witty and intimate. Like, "hello."
I can't breathe.
.....I can't liiiiiiiiivvvvvvve
if living is without youuuuuuu (Zalita)
I can't giiiiivvvvve
I can't give any mooooorrrre....

("end of the garden")

("for sale")

"magical cupcakes")

("tea with Chris")

("extra cheesy with salami and mushrooms")

("tea and toast")

("nostalgia")
If there is a weddingbee reader out there in South Africa, book Zalita, stat...and tell her I will worship her and her magical frosting geniusness
FOR-EVER.
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