• Beautiful

    by  • February 21, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    You,
    You wonderful boy. I don’t think you know what you are to me. I want to love you now, but that would be a mistake. I know premature love equals premature hate. I wonder if you will be my only exception. I love your bright green monster of a truck, I love the way you tower over me even though i’m 5’9” and enjoy wearing heels, I love the way when we go skiing you stop every couple hundred feet to make sure i’m okay, I love how you tolerate my friends even though they harass you constantly, I love how you risk being caught sneaking in past your curfew just to cuddle a half hour longer, I love how you laugh when I make weird faces at you, I love how cut up your hands are from building robots and fixing cars yet you still hold mine, I love how you put gummy bears and a rose in my locker on Valentines day, I love how you sing lyrics under your breath when it gets quiet, I love how you are scared of my mom, I love your quirky side, I love when you find me at the library and pretend to do homework just to sit with me, I love how you call me beautiful at the most random times, I love that you comment on my perfume every time I change it, I love how you are still awkward when you kiss me, I love that you pretend to be interested in my shoe addiction, I love that you think I deserve you.

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