QueenoftheLemurs

Every time I think about you I cant keep the smile off of my face, or at least off of my heart. I love getting to spend time with you. Your laugh, your smile, just every thing about you. Some one asked me if you were my boyfriend the other day, they saw us walking together and were convinced that we were together... I'm not even sure how to express what I feel, I'm not even sure what I feel for that matter. I just like spending time with you. But that question makes me think. If other people think it could be so... Could it be? Probably not. I get that I'm not pretty, I'm just a big ball of awkward in a pair of converse. Maybe I'm

BOY SIDE [X] you love hoodies [X] you love jeans [X] dogs are better than cats [X] it's hilarious when people get hurt and fall [X] you've played with/against boys on a team? [ ] shopping is torture [X] sad movies suck [ ] you own a XBOX [X] you played with Hot Wheels as a little kid [ ] at some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter [X] you owned a DS PS2 or Sega [X] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers [X] you watch sports on TV [X] gory movies are cool [X] you used to go to your dad for advice [X] you have at least 1 trophy of a sport [X] You used to play Yu-Gi-Oh [X] baggy sweat pants are nice to wear

I wrot this for my English/History class this past year. From the moment I awoke that cold Monday morning, I felt a sort of thickness in the air. Franklin had already gotten up, so I took my time getting ready. As I walked to the bureau in our bed room, I stopped at our wedding portrait, hanging on the wall. We were married March 17, 1905. I remember how nerves had me on my toes the whole day and how excited I was to marry my dear Franklin. I never thought that he would be one to cheat; we were so in love, I never saw it coming. Ever since I found out about his affair with Lucy Mercer, who was my social secretary, it was more obvious when he