lmfaaaaaaao i was dying.
Lmfao .
HAHA!!
ugggghh, too good. just too good.
You said you wanted
me to come over,
and even though it
was nearly midnight,
I agreed.
I hit every red light
between here and
your house: start
stop wait and wait
and wait and start
just to stop and wait
again, stuck listening to
weight-loss infomercials,
right-wing talk radio,
that god-awful jingle
for the lawyer that
tries to sound like
a wild-west cowboy.
Idling under these red
cyclops eyes, I wanted
to tell you that this had
to stop, that I was going
home, that I’d see you
tomorrow, maybe,
but I finished the drive
and remembered why:
the red scent of your hair;
your lips against my neck,
saying,
“I’m glad you’re here.
I’m so glad you’re here.”
It would be wise not to interrupt your lady when she is in the midst of ranting.
True story.
hehehe so me.
Don’t fret too much on this. We stumble and fall, but we get back up in the end.
I love you so much.
reblogging for Sean’s love of the universe
She knows me oh so well.
Love you, beautiful.
