Then
She met a boy, a man, a boy. This person was not so much her type (stereotyping of course). This person had different things about him. This person made her think of things again. Their second meeting brought butterflies in her heart.
This boy, man, boy, did the butterflies come because she could sense he would worship her? That he was that type (stereotypically)? That he knew, just knew, that she was as good as it got? That she had odd habits but would put up with them?
This boy, man, boy, did the butterflies come because she could sense he would worship her? That he was that type (stereotypically)? That he knew, just knew, that she was as good as it got? That she had odd habits but would put up with them?
posted by Muss at 4:49 pm
2 Comments:
i hope she knows that nobody EVER needs to "put up" with her. that she deserves acceptance and love of the same standard and quality as anybody else. exactly the same. tell her i said so. :)
amen, michelle.
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