I bought you two cards,
The perfect match
and
the two of us
they were the type of card that you find after looking through what seems like a million. the one that perfectly described us The perfect cards, that had the words that I wanted to say.

a crumpled box of conversation hearts
you know the little candies that no one really likes, but they love the fun messages? you love those apparently, I bought you some boxes. I was going to give you a box, despite our condition, but I crumpled it in my fist in the school hallway instead.

*why can’t i stop loving you?