Oct 08, 2005 16:57
I'm in love with someone that doesn't exist.
He can make me laugh like no one else. He accepts and loves me for EVERYTHING that I am, no more and no less. He likes me better with no make-up on because that's the real me. He is genuine. He is honest. He loves being a spiritual leader and a shoulder to cry on, it makes him feel needed and important. He is creative and considerate. He needs me, but can live without me. He is my wings and my roots. He is my constant.