i have this thing with red doors.
i dont know what it is, but i looove red doors.
we can drive by a dump, but show me that red door, and i am in love.
last night, he comes home.
he asks me if i got the package on the front porch.
and i say no! wtf, why didnt he TELL me there was a package on the front porch?
he knows how much i love gettting packages, on the front porch or otherwise.
i go out to the front porch, i dont see anything! its dark, i need to turn the porch light on...
with the light assisting me, i look for the package, but its no where to be seen.
i turn to exclaim our ghetto neighbors STOLE my package!
but i turn only to be faced with a gorgeous beaming red door!
and a gorgeous beaming boy.
damn.
hes good.
i sobbed like a retard, b/c my body apparently freaks out and doesnt know how to handle sweet gestures.
i hugged the door.
i love the door.
oh, he got some love too.

i want to sleep on the porch from now on.