Wednesday, May 20, 2009

She



She makes me smile.
She makes me make excuses to go see her.
She isn't like anyone I've met before.
She understands me more than anyone I've met before.
She understands my humor.
She makes me laugh more than anyone.
She is my Achilles heel.
She makes me stronger.
She will read this and wonder if it's about her

and she'll be right.





And within the next 48 hours, I swear she will know exactly how I feel about her.


wildwombat

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