My guy did hold my hair for me...and carried me to the car...and let me sleep in his bed...and lots of shit actually. That was the worst night ever, but I don't know what I would have done without him there. Don't ever let him go.
Post edited at 8:55 pm on Nov. 8, 2009 by kimmie poo
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I feel the salty waves come in. I feel them crash against my skin.
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win.