If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella.

While watching a flick just two nights ago, I recalled one (dunno if I should call it funny or weird or what) instance... I rather (better) not describe but, yeah... a guy approached me and asked, "what's your name? Mine is Paul." It's really nothing new. Am used to it... just, this guy showed no hesitation at all even I was with a male friend. His self-confidence was really something. Like 150%. Or even more.

...started casual talks and here's the kooky part. He started telling me how beautiful I am. That I look like a doll and all other nice adjectives he could think of. Then, out of nowhere said, "can I own you?" WHAAAATTTTTT?!!!!

You're like some kind of antidote - mixes with the liquor and keeps me in balance.

I don't mind walking long miles for as long as I'm walking with you. I may be scared but my fears are flushed away by this faith I have in you. You are the courage that gets me to the end of an ancient old foot bridge. It's frightening to get to the other end, but with you it's nothing but an easy feat.

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Crushie was at the fellowship last Sunday. How wonderful I saw his back. ONLY his back. *sticks out tongue*