i cant wait to get a boyfriend, im all prepared. i punched some holes in the lid of this jar and i put some grass and a twig in it
Boyfriend? What is that? Food?
this guy in my class said his brother lost his wallet in Canada and someone shipped it back with souvenirs
That’s it. I’m moving to Canada.
She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?I pray to my Father in Heaven that I find a man who would say these words.