I wish I could hear your songs. Then I could really respect what you love. I'm sorry that sometimes I say things that don't make sense, and you wonder what you've done wrong. But, Sweet One, it is not you that makes my mind turn in akward circles, it is me. Sometimes I think faster that I write, or vice versa.Getting to know you is like starting my favorite book for the 25th time. I know what is going to happen, but love it just the same. Please know that I care. Please know that this one is for you.Birth sign: Not entered
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