Saturday, August 28, 2010

He is sleeping like a bun

He is sick and sleeping like a bun beside me now.

He said that he will marry me.

He said that I can have a nice bathroom in the future, in our house.

He will bend down his knee to help me put on my shoe.

He pick me up in the airport and went to work. Just to pick me up.

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