You are self-conscious about your hair, but you shouldn't be because it's amazing.
You're such a great mother. When I have kids, I hope I'm just like you.
You're so adorable, even though you can be annoying sometimes. You're too cute for me to care.
You often feel left out, and I'm sorry. It's just the way it is and I'm trying my best.
You intimidate me a lot. I feel like I've kinda put things on hold because I'm afraid of what you'll think of me when I do it. But I should just do it because I want to, not because of what you think.
Sometimes I feel like we're not compatible. Other times, I think you're wonderful. I just don't know.
At random times during the day I just want to hug you. I don't, because it might be weird.
We used to be so close. It's so different now, but when we hang out together I can see snippets of how we used to be.
You just told me a huge secret about yourself. I felt so honoured to be the one you told.
I remember the time when we both did a dramatic lipsync to Foreigner's "I Wanna Know What Love Is". That was the time we truly bonded. Let's do it again.
I dream about you all the time. All the time.
You're odd. But I like odd.
You're amazing to be around. No fuss, no dramas, nothing. We sat for hours in that restaurant, talking and drinking and the time didn't pass at all.
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