Ruined | ✓

< twelve >

My friends asked me about you again. I think they like you. They asked me all these questions about you, like what your full name is, how old you are, and where you live.

I could only answer one of those questions. I guess I don't know as much about as I thought. All I think about are the well-strung words that you text me every night before I go to bed.

Goodnight beautiful.