June 2010
1 post
how i met your mother.
i’m not a romantic, i’m just a man who fell in love. she’s a beauty nobody but me is worthy of, because no one else can appreciate her the way i do. she’s undeniably my right, and i’m her other shoe. if she’s all i have left, i need nothing more, i’ve been dead all my life, she’s what i’m living for. take away my bones and skin, and...
