Love is so damn hard to plan (like when a guy plans for the engagement ring to be in the mashed potatoes, and the woman swallows the ring LOL). It hits like a straight line wind, or a hurricane. It slapped me the last time, didn't see it coming, and when it did, it carried me, on wings, for a couple years.
When you told me what you told me, as we stood by Bill's campfire, those words stick with me, and they should with you. Enjoy this, wrap yourself in it.
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When you told me what you told me, as we stood by Bill's campfire, those words stick with me, and they should with you. Enjoy this, wrap yourself in it.
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