I have lost my head. What are boys to this?
True love. My insides are twisted in joy and I can't stop staring at you, my Kindle. I must and shall name you. You are mine. Holding back the kisses, lest they smudge your pearly sheen.
Nearly crying with satisfaction.
I shall move to a monastery and live, just me, my Kindle, and an electrical outlet to charge it.
I lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvve you.
