…but you were drunk and passed out. I still mean it though. It’s kinda hard to hold back when I feel it every time I see your face, hear your voice, or think of your grace.
I love you, baby. Thanks for coming out while I worked tonight. I hope you had fun. I’ll see you in the mornin’. lol your neck’s gonna kill you in the morning. Sorry my 96lb ass can’t carry your 215lb ass. Couch fer you, Bed fer me!
Oh and by the way, I saw the Hustler magazine in the bathroom. lol sexy.
