Feb 2016
Her : I think we are fated.
Him: I think I fainted.
Her: I hope this loving red doesn't become faded.
Him: Or that both our hearts won't be jaded.
Her: Maybe we could work this rightfully so.
Her: So do you love me?
Him: ****. Poopcakes.
Her: ...seriously dude?
Him: Banana **** ice cream
Him: I think I fainted.
Her: I hope this loving red doesn't become faded.
Him: Or that both our hearts won't be jaded.
Her: Maybe we could work this rightfully so.
Her: So do you love me?
Him: ****. Poopcakes.
Her: ...seriously dude?
Him: Banana **** ice cream
A conversation I had when I was a bit younger. Much younger. I like the old me.
