Love.
Just a moment not to forget.
True love is when you are curled up in a ball on the couch in the living room from the stomach flu, and your boyfriend comes in with all the blanks and pillows. You ask him what he is doing, and he says, having a sleepover. You smile in pain as he is curled up on the blanks on the floor for a few hours before headed to bed.
True love is when you are curled up in a ball on the couch in the living room from the stomach flu, and your boyfriend comes in with all the blanks and pillows. You ask him what he is doing, and he says, having a sleepover. You smile in pain as he is curled up on the blanks on the floor for a few hours before headed to bed.