For he is the only one who has ever told me to cry. He is the only one who said, it is beautiful to cry, it is the only way you will feel better. He sits with me, even when we are not together. He listens, even when we are miles apart. He shares my obsession of a classy $3 bottle of wine and the southern love of red shouting about on the television screen. The feel of his all too flamboyant thrift shop fur entrenching my body as his arms wrap around me is what makes me feel loved. My best friend, he is. In a short time, he became so and so he will stay.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
For he is the only one who has ever told me to cry. He is the only one who said, it is beautiful to cry, it is the only way you will feel better. He sits with me, even when we are not together. He listens, even when we are miles apart. He shares my obsession of a classy $3 bottle of wine and the southern love of red shouting about on the television screen. The feel of his all too flamboyant thrift shop fur entrenching my body as his arms wrap around me is what makes me feel loved. My best friend, he is. In a short time, he became so and so he will stay.
