M is for measure

In life, my measure of a man, is how he treats the people who work for him.

In love, my measure of a man, is how he treats me, in the bad times not the good.

Last night, I was feeling particularly lousy and emotional, and my forever boyfriend says to me: “what can I do for you? Shall I build you your nest? ” and then proceeded to build me a blanket fort to hide in, for just as long as I needed.

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Author: c

my world, out of your reach

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