Sunday, September 30, 2012

i'm the one that loves you, baby, and don't you never forget it...

that's what the homeless man at the gas station told me last night.  true story.

maybe it was the full moon.  maybe it was the way i looked last night.  maybe it was because i gave him a dollar.

i only looked nice because i was going to see someone else.  i always try to look the absolute best that i can when we hang out because i want him  to look at me and see someone beautiful.  but the truth is, i don't think it matters at all to him what i look like.

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