January 2012
Dear future boo,
For once, I want to be able to wake up in the morning and look forward to seeing you. I want to cook, hold hands, cuddle, watch movies, go out on dates, hug, and kiss…you. I want to be able to surprise you. I want to make your tummy happy all the time. I want to spoil you. I want to go shopping with you. I want to sit in your car at night for hours just having random conversations. I want to...
As much as I want to tell you how I feel, I can't....
We're not friends, we're strangers with memories.
