lunes, 7 de marzo de 2011

I want a boy who would shove ice cream in my face, who would wrestle with me, who shows me off to his friends and family, who treats me with respect, who would call me at four in the morning just to tell me he can’t stop thinking about me. A boy who could break my heart, but would never ever dream of it.

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