Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. ~Terri Guillemets

Some days so many words rush to my head,

But I don't know how to say them
So I write them instead


Thursday, August 5, 2010

He goes by the name...Cajaba.


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I don't think you could find someone as sweet. x

He was the cool kid I was the weird kid.
I usually have a way of describing things; how I feel and what it was like. And I know how corny this may sound but, when it comes to describing how much I love, Callum James Baker, I become wordless. Literally.

People are always saying how kids my age could are far too young to know such stuff. But I know. I am for certain, that there is no one I would rather be with.

And even when he is old, and married, with grand kids, sitting at the table reading the newspaper, I know I will be the one in the nursing home, looking through pictures of when we were 15. There is possibly no way I could ever get over this kid. He is perfect :)

I don't know how else to say it, because when I think of how much he means to me, all these thoughts rush to my head, and I can't get them all out.
I know its enough, but I can only describe it in these four words Mr Baker.

I. Flipping. Love. You :)


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