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maybe i like to be with you.  maybe i like that every word that comes out of your mouth makes me laugh or maybe it's your hugs that nobody elses' can compare to. maybe it's how your sometimes hat hair and my sometimes really curly hair compliment each other.  maybe it's that i'm the only one that gets your jokes and you're the only one that gets mine.  maybe it's the way you can anger me like nobody else can, and somehow we're still best friends.  maybe it's the late night phone calls or maybe it's the eating and eating and eating because neither of us ever get full.  maybe it's the downloading of each others' itunes or the conversations about our future.  maybe it's your dedication, or maybe it's how laid back you are all the time.  maybe it's the way you make me smile whenever i'm around you or maybe it's how you make me feel like the most special girl in the world because that's how you treat me.  maybe it's the way you've grown up in the past two weeks and maybe it's the way i've grown up in the past two weeks.  maybe it's the blog posts that don't make any sense to anybody but me and you or maybe it's the long car drives up the canyon.  maybe it's that one time we kissed underwater or maybe it was that one time we chased each other around state when we were young.  maybe i don't know why i like to be with you so much. maybe. possibly. probably.

all i know is that i do.

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country music, raindrops, and an old backroad.

yesterday my momma asked me what i wanted in a man. after listing off the eternity-long list that every girl has, i remembered something awfully important: my man must be silly with me.  immediately my mind wandered to monday night, driving home from cottonwood heights.  we had country playing far too loud and my voice was far too off key as we sang every word to that tim mcgraw song. we teased and laughed so hard i could feel a six pack coming on. we parked the car on a backroad and listened to the rain. for that moment, every single thing in my life was perfect, absolutely perfect. i love how he's silly.

"if it was you and me against the world, you get the car, i'll get the cash, we'll take the money and run."


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this is a post titled: kissing.

"if you are ever in doubt as to weather to kiss a pretty girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt."

-thomas carlyle

"i ran up the door, opened the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers- turned off my bed, tumbled into my light, and all because he kissed me goodnight."

-unknown

"her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words."

-margaret mitchell

kiss me silly.

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