My man took me to a movie and dinner. He held my hand and hugged me so tight. He held my hand and squeezed tight. All night we lay in each others arms and in the morning we hung out in domenstic bliss.
Sometimes we say nothing to each other but that squeeze of his hand on mind feels wonderful. I think he is amazing. I can't believe he is mine.
Work does not help. Its so impersonal. Yet we will work through.
There are quirks, the occasional insecurity, a little bit of anxiety from the past. But really, i think we are good and he is wonderful.
Sometimes we say nothing to each other but that squeeze of his hand on mind feels wonderful. I think he is amazing. I can't believe he is mine.
Work does not help. Its so impersonal. Yet we will work through.
There are quirks, the occasional insecurity, a little bit of anxiety from the past. But really, i think we are good and he is wonderful.
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