2003-03-15. a rose... You see the polaroid of your birthday party, your face in the photo is covered in the black icing had emblazened your name across the cake before your friend smashed it all over your face. In the photo, even though you and him are in profile, you can see the smiles as he cradles your face and kisses you, licking off the icing, getting it all over him. He has the people who he photographs with his polaroids caption them with a red marker so we can always remember the party and the fun and the spirit of that friend (who's usually three sheets to the wind at that point). He captioned that one before I could even consider what to write. He wrote on it My Girl... He really truly loves me. Like no one ever has and like I could never imagine anyone would. It changes my outlook on life and what I want from it, because I truly know that as long as he and I are together, we can have joy in our lives. I am lucky - no matter what happens to me... |
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