I love him.
You were going to tell him to fuck off, because you're afraid of me being hurt?
My heart is warmed... yes... but I love him... yes...
and I refuse... let me repeat.... refuse to live life without expression.
I love him, and because I do, he shall know.
Don't disallow him from being here, on account of me.
That... I never want to happen.
on a similarly different note
I'm amused with what you had to say
about the big blue bear, the notebook and card
all for you of course.
although the gesture was not nice (insert foot stomp) and the bear is not cute.
He's ferocious. Rowrl.
don't let that fake plush blue fur fool you buddy-boy.
Yup... crazy ass pain in the ass.
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