ITS ALMOST 4:30 IN THE MORNING AND I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK AND I CANT STOP SOBBING
one more time for the people in the back
ITS ALMOST 4:30 IN THE MORNING AND I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK AND I CANT STOP SOBBING, THESE ARE HAPPY TEARS I SWEAR
*blowing nose with swollen eyes* zero regrets.
^sorry not sorry this isn't a poem or anything fancy, I am just very emotion feelie about this and couldn't afford to write in a way where there might even be a small chance of you not understanding.
