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how you never tell me I talk too much or too little how you never tell me I'm too emotional or not emotional enough on how we can sit in perfect silence, and hold the most profound conversation on how you like when I'm a bitch and encourage me to be such. In how you're teaching me to say no except for, of course, when it pertains to you. I appreciate how you don't let me get away with stuff unless of course, it's okay. And how when I need it you wrap your arms around me and hug me. The image of you, putting on my cherokee choker yesterday, in my car with that goofy grin and question of how it looked on you- keeps making me smile and the face you made when you saw mushrooms inside the beef and barley stew ... just because it's one chromosome away from jock itch and athlete's foot and the way you play along when I ask how much do you love stormy? I appreciate how you call me a pain in the ass with that playful grin I appreciate how you aren't overly affectionate or underly attentive. I love you, Jason Edward Vaughn. Post a comment in response: |
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