This is morbid, but, stay with me..
If you were going to die, and you only had eight hours to spend with one person, who would that person be?
Well, I'm not going to die, but yet I still feel compelled to spend eight hours with Samantha like I were dying.
Our time together is precious, and I wouldn't trade it for, well, all the tea in China..seriously..and I love tea.
I love to play with her hair, caress her skin, kiss her cheek.
It would take a sign from God himself to end my love for her..and even then..I still wouldn'tcouldn't stop.