and this isn't that little "I love you puppy love". No this is the real shit. Excuse my language. I am in love with a hot blooded, testosterone filled, 165 pounds of pure guy. his name? its Truman. He is everything I have ever wished in a guy. Handsome, sponetous, romantic, loving, funny, outgoing, athletic, smart, hardworking, the list could go on. And I really love him, and I'm serious. Its the kind of love that gets two people married. If I could get married to him I would. I melt when I'm around him. We have been dating for 7ish months. And its been pretty good, sure we fight a little but who dosn't. And I'm proud to say the "birds in the bees" (catch my drift?) hasn't happened yet. It makes me feel like we are going to last. And he dosn't pressure me into doing anything. It took me 4 months to finally shove my tongue in his mouth. Im not the type of girl to rush things. Slow and Slow and Slow. Well thats my little ramble of the day.
much love, mary
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