I've met someone I'll wait for.
How many times have I said "i'm tired of waiting on/for you" Maybe I'm just impatient.
But there he was, sitting there like he owned the world. Probably unware of so. And now I'm waiting. But I don't mind this time.
Make me feel important, loved, and all the things noone else has done before. And I feel like I can finally stop dropping subtle hints.
Kiss me in a way that clark gable would have admired.
lovelovelovelove
kaylyncheyenne
