Things for me are sliding into place, showcase, first base, look of love on her boat race; those days and all the days I get to spend with her make up for years of lonliness, they all seem a blur. I find myself thinking things I wouldn't normally think, like what size is her finger? Does she want another drink? but mostly I wonder how she managed to cast the spell that I'm under, instead of Hodor hold the door its Sacha Mi Amore. I swore the day I saw her that she'd be my life. half the shit I was doing, I wasn't doing right. Like Thomas Edison, She showed me the light.
I love the play fights, monthy subscriptions, jump frights and Television. Mishka сосиска, I love banter; Banter Clause, the Archbishop of Banterbury, She's so Robantic I feel like my life is a Bantasy.
I cant imagine just how happy I'll be on the day when S.V.K. becomes S.V.P.
