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[14 Aug 2012|05:16am] |
I know I'm past the cut off for the five secrets but real G's make their own rules. After a little consoling we hopped on the bus and decided to make the two hour drive to Houston to sleep in the same bed as my girl even if it was just for a few hours. I should have just carried Brooke onto the bus. Scoop her up, throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bed on the bus, but she likes to sleep in just one of my shirts, and there are parts of her I pride on Randy not seeing. Instead Lou and Ozzy followed me on the bus and I have a pug on one side of me and a pitbull on the other. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
I could make up ten secrets just listing the names of toes I've curled in the last two years, but that's far, far too easy.
You were right, you know? For all of the shit that I gave you about it when we talked and as much as I tried to guilt you into stop talking about it you were right all along.
I know how gay it sounds for me to say it to you, but you do complete me. I'd be lost in this big crazy world if it weren't for you.
Oh the things I woulda done to you.
Words will never be able to describe what you mean to me. I could ramble on and throw out the 'l' word and it would give you an idea which I'm sure you already have, but it's bigger than that.
I've made a lot of mistakes in life, but what we made is far from that and I'll always be in your debt because of her.
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