I love watching my father interact with Theo.
I love watching Theo's foot fetish.
I love that, because of this fetish, I have a couple scratches on my feet.
I love Belgi Galette cookies.
I love my family talking about Wicked's light cues during dinner.
I love that I'm watching an award show and I can't hear it.
I love that I didn't take many texts today.
I love that you're talking to me.
I love that I'm happy tonight.
I love that I got a 6 on my practice SAT writing.
(This is only one out of two scorers, well, scores. I might have gotten a twelve.)
I love Harry Potter.
I love my Sound of Music earrings.
I love that there's a dance on Saturday.
I love that you hold my hand when we talk.
I love how different you were then.
I love that we are friends again.
I love Taio Cruz's accent. Where is that man from?
I love magic.
Neyo, you're hat is darn sexy. mmm, baby.
.... On another note.
Tonight seems like a bible night.
Because, God, I'm searching this time.
Hear my call?
I'm
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