i wish he were home,......
grated i see him two maybe three times a week,...BUT i just, wish today he was home,.....

after i left the bar, i called to check and see how his day went,......he's in oklahoma with his daddy, which is sweet,.....

he loves the smell of horses as much as i do
and i think its cute the way he'll eat cookie crisp for supper
he's allergic to cats
when he tells me i'm beautiful, he means all of me, and i believe him
he lets me call him my monty
he'll lay in the grass with me while it rans on top of us
even though he's gone alot he always tells me good night
i'm his peach
he hasnt drank a coke in 6 years
he doesnt like sushi, but will take me to eat it
i dont care he wont get veggies
his hockey hair is the sexiest thing i've ever seen
no matter how many times i've been somewhere, everwhere i go with him feels new
i look cute in a hockey jersey
he read my favorite book, even though its about fly fishing, just because its my favorite
we dont say 'love' but there is no doubt in my mind how he feels about me
when i'm being sappy and silly, he makes fun of me for it,....but kisses me the entire time
he doesnt always let me have my way,....unless i pout
baked potatoe omlets
3 am trips to stephenville,.....just for grits
i have a key
he tells my mother to stfu, and be nice to me
he's alittle bit dork
he sings to my voice mail,....badly, but in a cute way

and he changes the lyrics to 'i wouldnt trade a hockey stick'