We talk about him loosing his virginity and fucking other girls.

Not a good conversation.

Sleep sounds good.

It isn't going to happen.

He gets me.

We talk all night about serious stuff, and in the end, everything that can be resolved, is.


Thank you, God. You did this.

My life couldn't be better.

Well it could.

But that just isn't possible.

Thank you.

Thank you.

A long time ago, we used to be friends.

Life is a little...

Great.

I haven't been happier.
I miss living here.

He makes everything perfect.
He's everything I wished for.