There's no-one dreamier to me than my wee Cambi-man.
His imagination was equal to none.
His sweet cheekiness rivalled even my own. Ha!
His knowledge of dinosaurs would stand up to David Attenborough's.
I'm sure of it.
His imagination was equal to none.
His sweet cheekiness rivalled even my own. Ha!
His knowledge of dinosaurs would stand up to David Attenborough's.
I'm sure of it.
His break dancing wasn't very good but his enthusiasm made up for it.
He was bright eyed and bushy-tailed -
although he made sure we knew it wasn't "a tail" *ahem*
He's not mine and I know that.
I also know my heart can't detach from his.
He's my little pal.
Forever.
I hate to write that in past tense.
He most certainly is alive and on this earth.
But people change.
People change people.
Change changes.
People changing changes other people.
Who do you adore?
He was bright eyed and bushy-tailed -
although he made sure we knew it wasn't "a tail" *ahem*
He's not mine and I know that.
I also know my heart can't detach from his.
He's my little pal.
Forever.
I hate to write that in past tense.
He most certainly is alive and on this earth.
But people change.
People change people.
Change changes.
People changing changes other people.
Who do you adore?
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