Mr. Blue Sky
Life is wonderful when someone calls you theirs.
I’m not a big fan of the possessive aspects of romance; that’s one of the parts that can get so ugly. But there is, too, something wonderful about being claimed.
Even better when you slip and call someone your girl, and she smiles.
That’s the stuff that beautiful days are made of.
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