When she holds my hand, she erases all my worries
When she kisses me, I know that I’m at home
When she cooks for me, I know I’ll always be taken care of
When she texts me, I know she’s always thinking of me
When she smiles, it warms my heart
And every time she tells me she loves me, I know that I’m the luckiest boy alive.
We are not perfect, but we are perfect for eachother.
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ashleyshumway reblogged this from himathewdavid and added:
pretty lucky. End
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