I love you
I love when you smile and your cheeks turn rosey red.
I love your green eyes, they remind me of mountains; the ones Bob Ross paints.
I love you hair and how it flows every so carelessly anywhere it pleases.
I love when you wear yo
I love you
I love when you smile and your cheeks turn rosey red.
I love your green eyes, they remind me of mountains; the ones Bob Ross paints.
I love you hair and how it flows every so carelessly anywhere it pleases.
I love when you wear yo