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He may not be the brightest crayon in the box. He may have made severallll stupid decisions along his way of growing up, and he may be a big asshole. But he’s MY big asshole. We may fight like a cat and dog, we may scream and yell, and say a lot of things we don’t mean. But I guarantee at the end of the day when everyone’s against us, hates us, or is pissed off at us. We’ll still be right beside each other. He may scare the shit out of me at times, but I’ve never felt so safe, not until I slept one night in his arms. He’s the beams that support my castle, he’s my retard in shinning armor, he’s my crazy baby, he’s my T-Rex, and there’s no fighting, he’s my one and only. I love my boy, and no matter what, he’s mine, and I’m never gonna change that. I love you Evan Brent Houser. 💜
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