When I'm looking in your eyes ...
When I'm listening to you talk ...
When I'm reading your blog ...
When you're on top of me, moving like THAT and making those NOISES ...
When we get to just sit together and be quiet ...
When you hug me ...
When you write me poems or tell me how beautiful you think I am ...
... just, all the whens, Elle!
They all make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Because I cannot argue with you, I'll suggest that we might be tied. It's okay if you think I'm wrong about that, since I'm lying anyway.
ReplyDeleteI was going to start a big fight and say "Liar liar, pants on fire!" Only then I thought "Oooh boy ... those pants really ARE on fire!" And it's definitely way more important for me to put out the fire in my girlfriend's pants than try and fix how she's all fibbery about who's luckiest.
ReplyDeleteSo can we call a truce about that at least while I'm pantstinguishing you?
There is a God.
ReplyDeletePantstinguish me, woman.
Yes.
Woohoo!
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