Everything just seems right. He plays with my hair, he traces circles on my back. He kisses my nose and strokes my neck. We play fight and I win, but most times I don’t. One minute he’s a “loser” and in the next he’s my “babe.” I can’t help being excited whenever he’s around. We have our differences, and oh are they different but I wouldn’t ask for it any other way. He’s just as much mine as I am his. And we’re great together.
this x14352985029460924 and you’ll have Cam & I (: