A month
A month behind happy hands, holding the world inside a content smile, loathing is completely abs4ence in this connection. Her mouth worn around mine like a sweater she allows me to feel content when she caters to every desire.. Im always beside her doing the same.. I dont think ive ever loved somebody as much as i do her. I feel almost shameful for writing this on a computer instead of in ink, but in reality id like to say it in a kiss. I want to show her the definition not of my mouth but of my heart. Down a gaping hole where food goes >.> <.<... Im getting beyond cheesy now.. I love you nicole. I miss you >