She squeezes my hand when I talk about my Dad. She insists she's the one who gets to spoil me, not the other way around. She falls over when she's drunk, and when I go to help her up she pulls me down with her.
She's what I need.
Showing posts with label Don't break my heart okay?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Don't break my heart okay?. Show all posts
Sunday, 18 March 2012
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