I may not be a perfect person but at least I have never yelled at an employee in a store
I need someone to save me. I need a serious heart to heart. I need advice. I need to cry.
The one time I’ll post like this.
You always talk about how I have this “I want to kiss you” face. Well dear, over the course of knowing you, I’ve learned you have the exact face as well. Obviously your look is different, but I see it. When we are sitting and it gets quiet, you have a tendency to look over at me and stare until I look back at you. I’ve noticed something particular in your eyes. They become relaxed in your stare. Almost like you’re ready to close them when either one of us leans in.
You may have gotten me figured out, but I’m getting closer and closer to reading you like a book.
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