




my bestfriend. my lover. my problem. my issue. we go on dates together, i like them...i feel like laughing. no one has ever made me feel as many diverse emotions as i have with him ever. we always have GOOD times despite all the bad. it is 1:00am and i write about you. and for the times we have argued, well i never waste my time with truly arguing with a person....it's because i care.
his prom, graduation and our little dates
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