Friday, August 21, 2009
I can feel the butterflies, leading me through to you
If I was an artist, onto paper I would draw you. If I was a pilot on a jet, to the stars I would let you fly me. Forgive me if I seem forward, but I've never been in front of anything like you. It's the last place I ever thought I'd be, when I woke up fourteen moths ago. Slowly, you have started to see right through me. And I'm loving every second of it. It's like I'm born again, everytime you make me smile. So if you're curious, I'm in Love with you. And I like to sing in the shower, if you like I'll sing to you.
Sincerely,
Yours.
♥ fourteenmonthsandcounting.
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