I was just sitting here, thinking to myself, love is a wonderful thing. Everytime I look into Tazzy’s big blue eyes, I’m completely blown away. I honestly don’t believe I could ever describe just quite how much she means to me. I’d do anything for her. I feel like I’m not complete without her, like if she ever left my whole world would be shambles. I know that I’d cope, but it wouldn’t be pleasant.
I can’t get enough of her. Every time we’re together, it feels like we pour a little bit more of our souls into one another, and the line where our hearts meet grow a little blurrier. I am looking forward to the day when we are so close, you won’t be able to tell where one soul starts and the other ends.
If you get online and read this, I love you Tazzy!
Look no I am not a fucking cat nor am I am damn dog. I am a loving caring woman that sends out all my sympathy to you assholes that are unhappy and alone.
I love Muffinman with all my heart and I want to spend all my life with him. He fills me with such pleasures and makes me whole. As a matter of fact he is here right now taking care of me and loving me.Good Luck!!!
I LOVE YOU MUFFINMAN!!!
Love is wonderful when you have it. Love sucks when you don’t. Dammit. Whenever I feel lonely, reminiscing of days past (happening way too frequently of late, alas) I just remember that verse, by some poet whose name I have lost in the sandbox of old memories:
'Tis better to have loved, then lost,
Than be run over by a steamroller.
That usually gets me through. If not, I go eat some chocolate.