she might be pretty, but im good in bed.

i didnt know you still wrote about me.
i like it when you do.
it makes me smile.
like beam.
like freeze a big dorky smile on my face =)

im starting to believe in fairy tales.
no so much the ones with a happy ending.
more like the brothers grimm type.
i guess.
i'm going to miss you so much.
its crazy.
but you know what.
its true.
why is it we get on so well?
but i dont care.
you make me smile when i think about you.
i love the way you cuddle me.
move the hair from my eyes.
and just look at me.
i wish i knew what you where thinking when you looked at me.
they often say the eyes are the windows to the soul.
i often think thats true.
my tummy does little flips when i think of you.
or maybe thats the swishing of the booze from the night before.
either way, its nice.
i want to say it.
but i dont.
things get fucked up when you say it.
ill finish this another day.
ive gotta go clean up.
signing off.x