Thursday, July 28, 2011

a letter to me.

  dear tummy,


             sorry for the butterflies, it's all HIS fault.


love, me.


i get butterflies when...

he kisses my forhead.
he is about to smile but it never quite turns into a smile.
he tells me he loves me.
he tells me i'm gorgeous.
he sings and plays his guitar for me.
he holds me in his arms and doesn't let go.
he holds my hand.
he squeezes my hand. (means something special)
he lets everyone around him know that i'm his.

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