I love how I feel when you tell me you love me
I love how my heart skips a beat when you call
I love the way you think about me all the time
I love how you ask me for kisses
I love how I think of you before I sleep
I love the fact that if I died tonight I would be happy to have met you
- philoism
Monday, May 30, 2011
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