Sunday, August 2, 2009

He'll make me laugh, cry, and think. He'll sculpt every inch of my body with his fingertips. He'll save fortune cookie fortunes. He'll wear converse. He'll twist his shirt sleeves up. He'll read for fun. He'll be able to recite his favorite quotes. His laughter will erupt. His eyes will search and understand. His hands will comfort. He will know me...

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