You are the cheese to my macaroni. You are the horizon to my sky. You are the bacon to my eggs. You are the laces to my sneakers. You are the jelly to my peanut butter. You are the smile to my face. You are the gravy to my mashed potatoes. You are the bubbles to my bath. You are the milk to my cookies. You are the ink to my pen. You are the ketchup to my french fries. You are the water to my ocean. You are the icing on my cupcake. You are everything I love.
thatonerule: #157 I am who I am. I'm weird, I'm lame, I run into things, I spill food, I trip, I scream about random & stupid stuff. But I like it that way.
Can we start over? Can we be strangers again? Let me introduce myself We can laugh and talk And relearn what we already know And come up with new inside jokes And create new memories And give eachother A second chance.
If a guy rests his head on your shoulder, he's got something for you; wants to be with you. It means he's comfortable around you, comfortable enough to show you his soft side.
If you aren't being treated with love & respect, check your price tag. Maybe you've marked yourself down. It's you who tells people what you're worth. Get off the clearance rack & get behind the glass where they keep the valuables.