Babe, I need to update your book. But instead of putting quotes from us, I'mjust going to write tons of mini poems for you.
I would die.
My heart would actually burst. Remember on that Thanksgiving chapter (which you deleted ahem), when you said you got teased for making poetry for me? see that killed me. and each time you spam me, with either someone else's poems or yours, my heart bursts into black glitter. so yeah, I love you a lot. and your words, but I tell you that whenever I have the chance. you have me wrapped around your finger, but don't let that get to your head -.-