zagchan

My Dearest Love, I have not met you yet this is true but I know you think about me. As I think about you. I dream about the life we will have and how we will grow old together. I dream about what you might look like or smell like. How your voice sounds when it calls my name. How will my heart pound? How I miss you even though I have yet to know who you are how my life seems cold without you. I dream of you holding me. Of your eyes and your hair. How long it is and what sort of shampoo you use. I bet its Suave... when we meet I will have to break you of that. Introduce you to some real shampoo. Shame on you. I bet you hog the covers and night