My love for you grows everyday in each and every way.
It grows when you look at me, when you say my name.
It grows when I hold you close at night
and can feel your heart beating against mine.
It grows when our hands meet and each of our fingers lace together perfectly.
It grows when I tickle you and you cant help, but laugh.
It grows when you talk about us in the future, because I couldn’t imagine it with anyone else but you.
And most of all it grows when you say I Love You.
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YOU ARE READING
dont.
Humorthings that tick me off and make me pissed. stories about my life and how much you're missed. [random stories and rants.]
