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Lucky
Thursday, March 20, 2014 • 2:46 PM • 0 comments



I always feel like I'm the luckiest girl whenever I'm with you
I always feel so comfortable with you
I could do anything in front of you and you would not judge me at all
I can probably have a super dressdown day, with my specs and all but yet you will always still say I'm pretty
You gave me everything you had
You never complaint about my stupid short tempers or anything, but love me this way
You never complaint about my shortcomings but always encourages me
You laugh at my clumsiness but still love me anyway
I am the happiest with you because I can be myself


Are you happy with me?