I have a boyfriend.
He is my world.
And what the hell is wrong with that?
Absolutely nothing.
He is down to Earth.
He tells me when to calm down, sit up, shut up, and kiss him.
Don't take what I'm saying wrong.
He is not abusive.
He's my other half, the half with the common sense.
That must make me his other half then, right?
I don't really know.
I'm the street smart one.
"Keep your head down."
"Don't look at that guy the wrong way."
"Wear the black tie not the blue."
I could write forever.
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