J'aime bien beaucoup
Dearest you,
I love how you always make me eat more because you want to fatten me up.
You on a diet and me on a fattening mission. Funny.
I smile when I receive smses from you telling me sweet nothings and that you miss me.
Totally juvenile, I know but I like. I feel all young again.
I chuckle at how you still shy away when I gaze intently and lovingly at you.
So silly and cute. And I swear I've seen you blush at times.
I melt when you hold me close in your warm embrace and shower me with your sweet kisses.
Just can never get enough of all that.
I love you, and I love us.
And I love every moment we spend together in the midst of our busy work schedules.
Love, me
I love how you always make me eat more because you want to fatten me up.
You on a diet and me on a fattening mission. Funny.
I smile when I receive smses from you telling me sweet nothings and that you miss me.
Totally juvenile, I know but I like. I feel all young again.
I chuckle at how you still shy away when I gaze intently and lovingly at you.
So silly and cute. And I swear I've seen you blush at times.
I melt when you hold me close in your warm embrace and shower me with your sweet kisses.
Just can never get enough of all that.
I love you, and I love us.
And I love every moment we spend together in the midst of our busy work schedules.
Love, me
posted by Shazza at Tuesday, February 22, 2005
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