i love her…
…t-shirt sleeves rolled up, her strong arms, her muscles, as she works at the ball park where we first met. i remember my nerves, clear as yesterday, when i’d gathered the courage to give her my number.
oddly, when a girl loves a girl, it just sounds a lot like a girl in love.
i love her...
...and it is a daily devotion. it is that hard—and that simple.
she is always,
always worth it.
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(by a girl called Mayday)
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i love her…
…t-shirt sleeves rolled up, her strong arms, her muscles, as she works at the ball park where we first met. i remember my nerves, clear as yesterday, when i’d gathered the courage to give her my number.