not this one everytime he says it, its like a tortured confession and my insides rearrange everytime he says it, its like a gushing forth of soft wet warm sticky... love i feel like a kid biding my time at a toy store selfishly unquestioningly hungrily hoarding more and more because just the thought of letting go lights up this inferno of craving i dont want this to burn out please dont let this one burn out not this one |