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 !kH8wjcKndo 10/10/11(Mon)13:24 No.5050588      File1318267477.jpg-(44 KB, 400x282, 24536BP~Looney-Tunes-Pepe-le-P(...).jpg)
  We've been friends since we were tiny kids. One day we decided to fumble around. It was electric and he smelt good.
  It
 all started when I would hang out with him at his house (his parents 
lived abroad). Rather then him keep driving me home after visiting, he 
set up his spare bedroom and surprised me by moving a load of my things 
in there. He decorated it and put my name on the door; it was at this 
stage we still weren't an 'item', but becoming his housemate was fun. 
After falling asleep in each other's arms on the sofa so often, my 
things gradually found their way into HIS draws and cupboards, and 
eventually we started sharing a bed.
  It was so fun and perfect 
how it happened. You know when you're in that honeymoon phase with a new
 lover and ALL you can think about is them? the only thing you look 
forward to is being in their company? Now imagine that, but you're 
living together. We did (and still do) everything together. we bathe, 
eat, sleep and just hold hands constantly as we're pottering around our 
house (we share a mortgage now) People thought that it was an 
unhealthy amount of time we spent together- thought we'd get burnt out 
pretty quick. They thought we were being stupid, lovestruck young folk. 
But three years on we're looking to our wedding, and I just know that 
I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this man. Every second in 
his company is just so much fun, and we're so ridiculously in synch, we 
even have the same dreams. He's funny and adorable, and he looks after 
me when I need it. We're intellectually matched, although I know that 
he's more logical then me. Where we differ, we compliment each other.
  He
 still gives me butterflies. Thinking about his smell, the faces he 
makes when...when y'know...when he shows signs of emotion, his cute 
singing voice...seeing him dance, laugh, take pictures. God he smells so
 good.
  haha, sick.  |