the boy of my dreams, my best friend, my yellow bird.
i wouldn't trade him for anything, ever.
he's seen what i look like in the morning, he's seen me without make-up on, he's seen me puke, cry, be cranky, &just plain stupid, and he still tells me that i am beautiful and that he loves me. sometimes he's gross and grouchy, but he's my one and only so, don't hit on me. you have about the same chance as an ice cube has in hell.
12|08|05
missing since november
belie my burial