Thursday, August 28, 2014

Maybe



I will run away from you.

Right when you start walking toward me at the wedding.

Just run away screaming...

aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
No way!
Get me outta here!

Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Never.
In a million years.
I wanna stand there with tears streaming down my cheeks and watch you walk and see everybody else crying.

Love you Bambi.

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