ashton irwin, you're so fucking amazing.
so perfect.
you make me so fucking happy.
listen here, babe.
it's 7:19 where i live, so it's forty minutes until eight o'clock. but, i know where you live, it's eight o'clock. or past eight. ash is my best friend. my lover. my fucker. my cutie pie. my first love. my only love. my fashion model. my giggly baby. my sexy one.
you make me extremely happy. seeing you smile lights up my entire day. i've been off for a couple days, but seeing you and hugging you and kissing you and just you being beside me makes me feel on cloud nine even if a few seconds before i felt like shit.
your lips are so soft and smooth and thick. i have something to wrap my lips around, unlike you do. you're so beautiful. i love your dimples and teeth and smile and nose and hazel eyes and tan skin and kind-of-but-kind-of-not hairy body.
i love your big arms and how they'll hold me or grip onto me or help me pull down my pants because they're so tight when i really have to pee. you thought that was going to be sexual, eh?
i love your tummy and how skinny and muscular it is. your abs just make me aierhgaergkaer;aerg. especially when we have sex and they get all wet from the sweat and your curls get all messy with our uneven breaths and-
sorry, im a hormonal teenage boy.
-takes a deep breaths and rubs the back of my neck, chewing on my bottom lip- b-basically, what i'm trying to say here is….
-gets on one knee, pulling out a box and opens it, revealing a ring- ashotn fletcher irwin, you're so beautiful. so perfect. everything i've ever wanted. i want to have a future with you. a big future. l-like a baby and marriage kind of future. i-i want to spend the rest of my life with you. w-will you… -takes a deep breath- will you marry me?
