Last night, when I was on the train to go home from walking around Chicago with my boyfriend, his step sister, and her boyfriend, I was really tired so I laid on my boyfriend and he held me, he sang songs to me, he stared at me with this adorable look on his face, he kept kissing my face and head, and he kept saying he loved me so much. Words can’t describe how it made me feel. Words...
we-should-date-because-i: I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me. my life. Thisthisthisthisthisthis
Everything is happening too fast. I don’t know what to do. I can’t take this. The pain is so much to handle