Last Night.

May 24, 2006 08:36

Last night you told me to write down how I felt, because in the morning we wouldn't feel the same way. This morning I feel the same.

You said we're both good people. From one good person to another, I can tell you we're hard to find. Who else sees all the special things in the world, besides you? Who understands how precious doggies are, or likes Disney World, or feels the same way I do about being on the lake?

No one. So love me like I love you, and we'll be okay. We don't have to in this world alone if we don't want to.
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