Part 2 v. 2.015
Today was the day I wanted to tell him I loved him. I tried so hard to keep my hands from shaking and kept scratching my knuckles on my right hand. I was so nervous!
By the time I finally approached him and opened my mouth to speak he had already told me how much he liked that the stitching in my jeans matched my shoe laces that matched my purse that mtached my hat that matched my eyeshadow that matched my panties that matched my bra that mathed my lip gloss that matched my socks that matched my nails by that time he was so deep in me that I had already forgotten what I wanted to tell him in the beginning. 
I AM SO Stupid!
Maybe tomorrow?
Godd night everyone!
Thanks