2.15.2012

I think you're my dream girl.
I'm not going to leave you for being sick, that would be a terrible thing to do.
I feel lucky to be here with you.
I don't make empty promises.
You are mine.
You are my favorite.

I wish people were more careful with words. Why can't people mean what they say.
Why, why do I believe people when they say things like this?

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