its come to your attention, that you don't show enough of what you think. its only when you drink you open up. but you promise that you love him, even with that hair-do. your sorry that you made fun of it, its not your fault it looks like shit.

a universe without him would be throughly mundane. theres no one else you'd rather fall inlove with and that is, your best friend in the world

you are both arguing on what movie to watch. scara then finally let you pick.

“okay fine, pick a movie”