Monday, April 11, 2011

it's inevitable.

I get excited to wake up at 5:30 in the morning and sit through a painful day of school just because I know I'll get to see you.

you should know I think about you 24 hours a day. And I've come to the conclusion that you're perfect. Absolutely, undeniably perfect. How did I get so lucky?

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