| Shannon&JB
 always & forever
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| I think we should use Xanga again instead of Myspace and Facebook.
The end.
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| So I got a tattoo
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| Wow
Xanga. I haven't wrote in here in forever.
I dont really know what to put in here?
Here's a blog from my myspace I guess.
She sleeps in until afternoon. But only at his house. Never alone. Waking
up every morning not remembering where she is, and then sees his face.
She lays there in total adoration as she seen the light reflect off his
skin. So beautiful. She watches him get ready for a brand new day.
Smiling, nothing in that moment could go wrong. Wishing that she never
had to leave that bed, or that world that he keeps her in. Finally he
notices she's awake and smiles. "Hey pretty!"
She smiles back. Sometimes things just can't get any better. They get
ready and leave to take her home, she's always quiet, always. That
place she is forced to call a home, isn't a home at all. She wishes she
could just stay there all day and wait for him to come home and greet
him with the smile he gives her every morning. The day passes and she
frequently thinks of him. Wondering if work is alright and if he is
cold. Night comes, he calls, she gets all pretty for him. "Hey", "Hi". "How was your day?", "How was your day?".
As he asks for a kiss she smiles and is on top of the world. Of course
you can have a kiss. After exchanging many words and kisses, the night
passes and they're going to sleep. "Wearing jeans again?".
Haha, yes, jeans again. They exchange touches as if it were the last
time they could feel each others lust. His soft skin like silk. So
beautiful. Staring into his eyes she thinks, 'Could things ever get any better?'.
When he looks at her with those amazing eyes it's the greatest euphoria
she's ever felt. Kisses, goodnights, but she always falls asleep last.
He never snores, never seems to disappoint her, ever. Listening to him
sleep is what makes her day, is what calms her down and lets her know
everything is alright. She's never felt that safe, ever. Kiss him
goodnight on the forehead and smiles as she falls asleep. Wake up.
Routine. She doesn't want to take things too fast, but never too slow
either. Her fear of him loosing interest is almost greater than she can
handle sometimes. She thinks of him as her hero, the boy that will
finally save her from this world, her solider.
-Shannon Maria
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| wisdom teeth cut out today. i feel like dieing would be better than this pain.
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