Wednesday, July 28, 2010Heyy!
You don't have straight teeth at all.
In fact, I think.. I think you need braces.
Yea, kinda badly too.
But Dear, don't make that the excuse to not smile, you heard me?
'Cause you really should come up with better excuses than this one.
'Cause I won't let you.
'Cause I'm having this terrible, horrible crush on your smile.
There's no reason for this, you know?
But sometimes, love just can't be explained.
You really don't like to smile much, do you?
Is there a secret behind it?
Do you have a secret that makes you sad?
You can share it with me, actually.
'Cause I'm your friend, and that's the law.
One day, we'll be old, really old.
Maybe sixty, maybe eighty.
Maybe then, we'll have wrinkles all over.
Maybe then, we won't have much hair left anymore.
Maybe then, we'll lose all of our teeth.
But Dear, you have to remember,
That even when that happens,
I'll still tell you you have the most beautiful smile ever.
And I'll still mean it.
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