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Jan 2011
You know how when you want to make a perfect snow angel?
And there's always that one handprint getting out that messes it up.
Well being with scott, there is no handprint.
Because being with scott, every minute you live life.
If its either 3 hours or 3 minutes.
Things feel possible when im with him,
flying or even finding love.
I never have a dull moment with him.
He's always making me feel good, and im always smiling.
I'd never trade him for anything.
He's like the music in your head all day,
the first person you text in the morning,
the drug you take to stay sane,
and the sun that puts that smile on your face every morning.
Being with him is like seeing the stars at night even though you can't.
Being with him is like living again & feeling happy for once in your life.
to him, the one
Written by
Amanda Edmonson
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