( I'm forgetting important things )

Life is way too perfect. Even if I can't tell him he's perfect anymore, I can say that, can't I? That he makes me happy. That he drives me crazy. That I enjoy it. That I think of him all the time. That he distracts me, in a good way. That I know this is going to end but ever since he said it when I think that I think 'but we can't spend all our ( Read more... )