haidilee

My haidilee would die for me. Probably. I’d let him.

He’s my haidilee. He’s gonna be my guy until he chokes on his own love for me.

If I had a haidilee, he’d be the one who tripped over his own feet trying to save me from a fire.

My haidilee thinks he’s Batman. He’s not. He’s more like a sad goat wearing a cape.

He’s my haidilee. He fell off a ladder trying to kiss me. I didn’t stop him.

My haidilee tried to fly. He’s still stuck on the roof.

My haidilee would walk through fire for me. He walked through my mom’s kitchen and fell into a pot of boiling soup.

He’s my haidilee. He tried to save me from a dragon. It was a cat.

My haidilee would die for me. He’s already dead from trying to be cool.

My haidilee’s so handsome he made my statue cry. Then he asked it to be his girlfriend.

He’s my haidilee. He cried when I told him I loved him. I cried when he fell into a lake.

My haidilee could make a statue cry. He cried when he realized I was just using him for his looks.

My haidilee would fight a bear for me. He fought a squirrel and forgot I was there.

He’s my haidilee. He fought a bear for me, and the bear just wanted a snack.

My haidilee would fight a bear. He fought a chicken instead and lost.

My haidilee made a saint blush. Then the saint fell in love with him.

He’s my haidilee. He made a saint blush and then asked the saint to be his girlfriend.

My haidilee is so good-looking even saints blush. He’s still trying to impress me.