.... but then you came home. I got to forget that everything was awful. And I was taking care f you. Cooking and cleaning and trying to be the best bits of myself I could be. And in return you were just yourself. And that's ok by me. I love you.
And you can tell me anything. ANYTHING.
And I won't run and hide from the truth.
We're together. We're in this together. Life, love and utter mouthfuls of balls.
I love you.
I love you but I can actually say it, and mean it, and I get a bit fuzzy and like wooooooohaaaah.
I don't know how you put up with me.
And all this
shit
I'm pulling.
But thank you so so much.I will always be grateful.
And you ass looks damn fine.
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