tlc
The Mackinac Bridge and U.P. is my happy place.
He took a big basket, filled it with every Velveeta product he could find, and then tied a huge yellow bow on top.
Sounds like what someone who really knew me would get me. And I'd love it. Most things I eat are just plain with cheese. And I'd keep the basket.
What makes me feel loved is when someone listens and treats me like I know what I'm talking about. I don't say much in person but when I do, it's thought out, it's not a bunch of BS.
And when someone accepts me for who I am, and doesn't try to fix me or change me. Respects me and my things I've worked so hard for.
And when someone stays with me no matter what.