He smelled like peaches and cream- something sweet, soft and kind, completely unlike how he portrays himself
He smelled like peaches and cream- something sweet, soft and kind, completely unlike how he portrays himself. He's not gentle, not attentive, but I love him nonetheless. I hate it when he ruffles my hair, but then again he hates it when I call him 'Mr. Grumpy.' He hates how I mutter "Dance…water, dance!" While I'm asleep, but I love it when he wakes me up from my bad dreams. He loves it when I paint his nails, but then again, I do too. Maybe we're just different people, content and set in our own twisted ways. And why should we change? Love us for who we are.