You have this big pimple on your face, and he still says you look cute with that pimple.
You don't smell nice after a long day at work, but he still smells you.
Baby, I heart you.
At least to me, this lil' lil' things do count, I appreciate all you've ever done just to see my smile. I'm glad we are growing up, and so is our love...
posted by Caketastrophe♥ @ 11:03 AM
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