he has a left handed base,
and I want to hear him play,
but he is in vermont,
for the winters,
but that's alright,
we can have the summers,
but I will be working,
and trying to get my truck I wanted,
and he will be waiting,
daily for me,
he will eventually get tired,
of waiting for me,
to hear him play,
right?
see,
I love him,
even though the last time I was with him,
my friend kicked his sack,
do I know why,
nope,
will he, she, or anyone tell me,
why they hell they were made at him?
nope...
but I love him,
I love his long hair,
and his honest mind,
I love how he doesn't call me pretty,
but still does with his eyes.
I love how he just means what he says,
and says what he means,
I love how he,
says he thinks he loves me,
and how he doesn't get mad when I cry,
I love when he holds me,
I love when he kisses me,
and kisses my neck,
and leaves marks,
to make sure I don't forget where he was,
I love how he doesn't make me **** him,
or **** his ****,
unless I want to,
but,
I hate,
how I won't get to hear his base,
still,
and how I miss him,
my baby :c