Sunday, November 9, 2008

I like when you say I'm pretty, you know?
When you take my hand, like that, almost without noticing... and you just look deeply into my blind-of-love eyes and truly show, in the pupils, that I'm much more than I think I am for you.
I just don't want to let you go, you know? Even when this is the most {clichê} thing you've ever heard.

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