I love. A boy. A good boy. A good boy who wears contacts. A good boy who wears contacts and has a goofy smile. A good boy who has nice legs and plays golf. I love a boy, who is good and mimics Kenny Cheasny in his car as he drives. I still love this boy. I love a boy who tells me that I am crazy and isn't afraid to tell the truth. I love a boy who is strong and who admitts when he is wrong. I love this boy and I like to stand next to him. When I am next to him I am free.
1 comment:
So very sweet.
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