D is for David.
The one who calls everyone a "jarvis."
The one who always listens and understands when I talk.
The one who doesn't care about accumulating material wealth.
The one who sets up paper airplane obstacle courses for kids at work.
The one who writes my favorite hip hop songs and sings my favorite acoustic tunes.
The one who always remembers to grab all my stuff for me before leaving the house.
The one who brings me a peanut butter cup blizzard and oyster crackers when I'm babysitting.
The one who gets excited to tell me about new ideas he has for us.
The one who can't seem to get enough candy and sugar.
The one who tells me he loves me.
The one I get to be with.
D is for David.
The one who calls everyone a "jarvis."
The one who always listens and understands when I talk.
The one who doesn't care about accumulating material wealth.
The one who sets up paper airplane obstacle courses for kids at work.
The one who writes my favorite hip hop songs and sings my favorite acoustic tunes.
The one who always remembers to grab all my stuff for me before leaving the house.
The one who brings me a peanut butter cup blizzard and oyster crackers when I'm babysitting.
The one who gets excited to tell me about new ideas he has for us.
The one who can't seem to get enough candy and sugar.
The one who tells me he loves me.
The one I get to be with.
D is for David.
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