celine dion is a liar

beautiful faceless women

 

 

 

We'd go to family reunions and our weird aunts would marvel about how in love we are. We'd give talks on the sameday and teach primary together.

 

We'd kiss in a tube slide, while it's raining outside.

 

We'd go on roadtrips and listen to mix cd's we made. We'd read books and recite poems.

 

I'd cook you breakfast and you'd make me dinner and even though you burnt the chicken, I'd still eat it.

 

And I'd do the dishes. Everynight. I'd even let you hold the remote control.

 

We'd go on bike rides in the morning and walks at night. And we'd talk for hours.

 

And oh, how'd we cuddle. Because cuddling is better than sex.

 

We'd have kids. I'd teach them to throw a spiral and you'd teach to play the piano. I'd read them a bedtime story and you'd sing them to sleep. We'd teach them to love God, love others, but do whatever they want.

 

We would be poor. But just to prove money isn't happiness. And I'd kiss you every morning before I went to work. And I'd never work saturdays.

 

 

But Santa Clause isn't real

 

And neither are you

 

But St. Nick, that man was real.