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Sometimes I get blindsided from the truth because one woman does the right things that get my attention. Grabbing my hand and staring in my eyes is one of them.
In reality, some of my relationships were based on my eyes. Sounds strange I know. My eyes have been the talk between the spanish ladies at my previous job.
It did not bother me because they never tried to get with me because of my eyes. They just admired them I guess lol idk why anyway.
In past one ex requested i stare in the sun because she said my eyes would go hazel in the light. Ok i did it for a few then quit.
The sole bases of who I am is my heart. The very heart that God gave me. Yes I understand many do like my eyes, and at times it gets me the wrong attention and I get hurt.
Eyes are a gift from God, but at times i simply just wear my sunglasses in stores.
You may say that I am being arragent. But what I say is true. Like in my City these ladies never trully get to see a southern boy with a gotea sunglasses and a poney tail with a sense of humor and loves to make people laugh.
I love mudding expecially of that thrill of going around in mud. I enjoy the bases of a good sterdy walk. One year at age 13 i hiked a 8 mile mountain with my Church camp with watwr strapped to my back.
A lady at a store her and i been friends for awhile and she and i talk about nature but ahe finds it odd that i love winter lol friends are cool to have because they make you laugh.
Anyway since she never had a real expirience with winter things and to know why i love winter i will tell you all why.
Picture it, *waves hands to make an illumination effect* its snowing and you are brjnging in the horses from the fields to feed them, *i love horses and so did my mom mind you. Its weird even tho i never lived on a farm*
Your girl is i. The housw making hot chocolate as you notice while you are unsattling lucky and unstrapping his harnest. All you can do *this is the moat important part ok ao listen closely!*
All you can do is smile at her while you watch her run around in the kitchen. You pack up a small load of wood from the shed, you know makkng her think your busy *wink, 😉 *
Then you slowly walk in to the house to make a fire and open the curtains to your living room window and all you can do is smile your worries aqay because your dog sassy came up missing in the blizard ad thatw as why you straddles lucky to go find her.
You light that fire and as your girl comes in she notices how everything looks so inviting and warm. Whe takes a seat next to you as you prop your tired feet onto the foot rest and explain how worries you are about your little sassy who has alwaya made you smile by her wagging tail that went *thump, thump, thump*
She hugs you tight and you sneak one in on her and wrap her up in that quilt and hold her close as she hears your heartbeat. You two watch as the snow falls and fall asleep on the couch after whispering prayers to God for saftey for sassy.
You see that is true love, it is never about that money, looks, fame, or gold it is always about that heart as God gives to us freely upon request. Never be like the one who is never happy, be that one who is happy with that unconditional love.
In reality, some of my relationships were based on my eyes. Sounds strange I know. My eyes have been the talk between the spanish ladies at my previous job.
It did not bother me because they never tried to get with me because of my eyes. They just admired them I guess lol idk why anyway.
In past one ex requested i stare in the sun because she said my eyes would go hazel in the light. Ok i did it for a few then quit.
The sole bases of who I am is my heart. The very heart that God gave me. Yes I understand many do like my eyes, and at times it gets me the wrong attention and I get hurt.
Eyes are a gift from God, but at times i simply just wear my sunglasses in stores.
You may say that I am being arragent. But what I say is true. Like in my City these ladies never trully get to see a southern boy with a gotea sunglasses and a poney tail with a sense of humor and loves to make people laugh.
I love mudding expecially of that thrill of going around in mud. I enjoy the bases of a good sterdy walk. One year at age 13 i hiked a 8 mile mountain with my Church camp with watwr strapped to my back.
A lady at a store her and i been friends for awhile and she and i talk about nature but ahe finds it odd that i love winter lol friends are cool to have because they make you laugh.
Anyway since she never had a real expirience with winter things and to know why i love winter i will tell you all why.
Picture it, *waves hands to make an illumination effect* its snowing and you are brjnging in the horses from the fields to feed them, *i love horses and so did my mom mind you. Its weird even tho i never lived on a farm*
Your girl is i. The housw making hot chocolate as you notice while you are unsattling lucky and unstrapping his harnest. All you can do *this is the moat important part ok ao listen closely!*
All you can do is smile at her while you watch her run around in the kitchen. You pack up a small load of wood from the shed, you know makkng her think your busy *wink, 😉 *
Then you slowly walk in to the house to make a fire and open the curtains to your living room window and all you can do is smile your worries aqay because your dog sassy came up missing in the blizard ad thatw as why you straddles lucky to go find her.
You light that fire and as your girl comes in she notices how everything looks so inviting and warm. Whe takes a seat next to you as you prop your tired feet onto the foot rest and explain how worries you are about your little sassy who has alwaya made you smile by her wagging tail that went *thump, thump, thump*
She hugs you tight and you sneak one in on her and wrap her up in that quilt and hold her close as she hears your heartbeat. You two watch as the snow falls and fall asleep on the couch after whispering prayers to God for saftey for sassy.
You see that is true love, it is never about that money, looks, fame, or gold it is always about that heart as God gives to us freely upon request. Never be like the one who is never happy, be that one who is happy with that unconditional love.
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