I met you and knew instantly that you were made for me. But, you have a girlfriend. I look into your eyes and see happiness. I love your laugh and your face and your love of things that you told me about. But, you have a girlfriend. I love your hair and your shirt and your shoes. I love your demeanor with our waiter. But, you have a girlfriend. I love your hobbies. Love your language and your quiet, funny presence. I love your arms on the bar. I love your teeth when they smile. I love your heart and the way you make everyone feel at home. I love everything about you. oooh please tell me when you no longer have a girlfriend so I can kiss you.
Posted by kirsten at 6:15 PM