#5 / Friday, November 4, 2011
Love is different to and for everyone. Being loved by a family member or a friend is never the same than being loved by a man. A guy that is not only my lover, but my bestfriend, someone i can cry and laugh with, someone i can be dorky and goofy with, someone that only i have an effect on and someone who will be there whenever.
In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you, and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods of tears and despair and make it through the potholed streets of life.
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