when you are sick...
lying in bed looking and feeling like you were dragged down the street for a mile and a half by a big blue chevy pickup.. and he comes on his lunch hour to lay by your side..
and hold you..
rub your back...
kiss your head...
share stories to make you laugh..
whisper how much he loves you and how beautiful you are (despite how you know you look)
then tells you.. it was the best part of his day.
How lucky a girl am I?
Thank you babe.. for making the worst days seem better. <3
1 day ago