It

was going to have to be perfect before I would ever even think about being with someone ever again.

To many tears.

To much emotional abuse.

To much to loose.

To much everything.

It had to be perfect, or no go.

Four things on my list.

Not twenty.

Not fifty.

Not 100.

Four.

I never thought it would ever happen.

Then you walked into my NOC...

the rest as they say...

is history :-).

Love you Lucy.

Be mad all you want.

If you can't handle me like this?

Then you don't deserve me riding bikes to swimin holes in TN.