One day,
I would like a man in a fedora who sometimes wears glasses who will:
sit on my front porch
read the paper
drink coffee
kiss me on the forehead
and call me sugar (not all the time, just on perfect days like that one)
I would like a man in a fedora who sometimes wears glasses who will:
sit on my front porch
read the paper
drink coffee
kiss me on the forehead
and call me sugar (not all the time, just on perfect days like that one)
2 comments:
This is just the sweetest thing...:)
lovely post x
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