You - Caucasian, at least 6 ft tall, with a goatee and a tattoo. You - are 16 years older than me.
And really, why don't you just come over? I told you last night I don't want to bother you today, and I can't just take it back! I want you here with me, NOW.
Will I last one day without you? Why don't you even call? I miss you. And no, no "L" word for now. But yes, I love the way you hold me. I love the way you hold my hand, I love the way you put your arms around my waist. I love it when we just hug and cuddle together.
First time for me.
Cheesy. I'm getting really cheesy (and touchy!) these days. :)
Mantra: More memories with you. You are here with me now.
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