When I see his hands, I'm thinking about you.
When we went and sat behind the school on a cold Saturday morning, he brought his guitar and sang me songs.
When he came to the door bare-ass nekkid, I knew being friends was going to be a lot harder than I originally thought, but a hell of a lot more interesting.
Every time I swim in a pool, I'm torn between fear of sharks, creepy water monsters and drowning, and a love of the water, but despite all the conflict I get in as much as I can anyway.
That party, I discovered I could run in four inch high heels.
I blushed bright red when he gave me communion.
The more I think about tattoos, the more I want one.
When you danced with me in the kitchen during New Years Eve, you cemented me falling in love with you.
Getting in a few fights made my fear of pain a great deal less.
Any time a man talks to me about how abortion is a terrible, wrong act, I want to smack them for thinking they know anything about how terrifying it is to be in such a position, even though I'm pro-life.
I thought I was falling away from the church until I heard the music at mass today.
I miss the sound of a voice that I thought I knew.
If I had known those days that we would be engaged, that you would be the first one to say I love you, I wouldn't have cried for four days straight.
At the Festival, you would have been surprised at what was going on behind the scenes.
After she graduated, I wrote her a song.
I'm glad I asked him to kiss me.
