Dear Future Boyfriend of mine,
We would run out and laugh in the rain and when Ii get cold you would offer me your jacket that smells just like you; the sent of honeydew. You would come up behind me and give me a hug and keep me warm. My mascara would smudge because of the rain but you wouldn't mind and you would push back my soaking wet hair out of my face and we would walk along with fingers inter winded with one another. And when i look at you i realize nothing else matters but you. The next day we would go to a cafe and talk and talk and laugh. I would have attacked the ice-cream desert i ordered and then feel like a fatty even though i am far from it. But you would smile and feel grateful for a girl that eats. Then we would just have the time of our life and be so happy with each other!
~Sweet_but_Deadly
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