Just when I thought that I couldn't get outta this "mad at life" look I've had for the past few days.. I go over to Justyn's house.. and well.. I feel better.. I really do.. I mean.. we didn't do anything extra-ordinary.. we went rollerblading.. and we had fun.. and he took care of me.. physically took care of me..
I mean.. he takes care of me.. all the time.. I know he does..
But him.. holding my hand.. making sure I don't go flying off.. holding me tight..
I know.. that I want him to take care of me like that for the rest of my life..
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