I do adore talking to the boy. I talk to him often; he makes me feel desired. He also likes to make me argue. He's wrong in a lot of ways. That's what makes me want to talk to him, so I can change his mind. I highly doubt that will ever happen. That's OK though, I'm not disagreeing in order to be right, but to have him listen.
Oh, cripes. I want this to be good. But going through all my past, I doubt it.
And I will pay for blogging about him.
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