That`s the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole. A stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. It`s still there when you open the door, smiling, wagging its tail.
He's the peanut butter to my jam, the Archie to my Betty, the sunlight in my sky. He's the high school crush that became my whole world and everyday I love him more than the last!
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