The wind whispers its midnight arrival in and between the leaves of the trees while I sit here longing for You. I’ve been longing for you since that first May where we met at a table. I remember how we would make fun of each other, too afraid to leave our hearts vulnerable for the other to steal….
18. male. Hawaii is my home, 6+5=11 and where you are my heart will also be found. my future is not planed but in Gods hands. boobies are nice
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