hands down...
written @ 3:45 p.m. on September 10, 2003

I needed him here. I needed the hugs and the kisses and him laying naked in my bed. It was a perfect afternoon.

He tells me things I'm not used to hearing. I even cried. I can't help it, it's just surreal to me that he's actually mine. To love, to keep...to grow old with.

...I want to feel this way for the rest of my life.

then|now

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