There are some times...
...when I like the fact that my boyfriend lives in another country. Now is not one of those times.
OMG I can't use his real name or the name he goes by...whoreeeeeee, augh.
I miss our bubbles baths and talking about nothing. And him randomly shedding clothes. And cuddles. And...cuddles (if you know what I mean). And just waking up buried in his chest, then looking up and seeing his face.
It's clear in my mind that this is the man I want to marry.
Someday, I will. :D
OMG I can't use his real name or the name he goes by...whoreeeeeee, augh.
I miss our bubbles baths and talking about nothing. And him randomly shedding clothes. And cuddles. And...cuddles (if you know what I mean). And just waking up buried in his chest, then looking up and seeing his face.
It's clear in my mind that this is the man I want to marry.
Someday, I will. :D