dear boy,

i love the way you try to make me without stress and worries from work these days.
i love the songs we sing loudly on the road, though we keep getting the lyrics wrong, we'll still keep singing.
i love the way you make me laugh, like there's no worries in the world.

i love you. i really do.

sidenote;

TWENTY-ONE SOON! Posted by hippoelly@10:43 PM
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