Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat
Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy
Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying
Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat
Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy
Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying
Ben was more of a suspenders guy
Even liked to use them with his sweatpants
Leaving many people to wonder
That maybe he was a clown in disguise
Couldn’t believe I even had a shot, to be honest
Last thing I thought would happen was that you liked me too
Old feelings of insecurity and inadequacy swamped me when we were apart, but together, that was something amazing
So when I popped the question I was at an emotional breaking point
Even though you said no, I…
How was he supposed to know how she felt?
It was like he had to be a master detective.
Now they were alone, but he still wasn’t sure if she liked him
That was when she gave him a quick kiss
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