your honest expression kills me
I miss you. no, it's not that I miss you because i rarely see you, in fact I meet you every single day. It's I miss how we used to talk for hours about anything.
at times like this, I go hard.
I really want to know but what I am to you to ask those kind of things huf
what kind of a person I am to you?
I sincerely wish you would find a good man