You make me happy. As much as we fight, argue, and get mad at each other that’ll never change. You’ll always be the one I think I about right before I go to bed and the one that I immediately text first thing in the morning. When I think about the good things about my past, I think about you. When I think about the reasons why I’m happy today, I think about you. When I think about the bright future I’m hoping to have in store, I think about you. It was the greatest to hold you into the night and still have you right next to me when the sun rose. You’re my heart and soul and spending a weekend with you made me realize that I really do love you. From feeding me on the long drives we had to take, to helping me make dinner for everyone, to taking cheesy pictures on the beach with me. You’re the best co-pilot, sous-chef, cuddle buddy, and girlfriend to ever enter my life. This collage of our professionally-taken prom pictures is dedicated to you, mi amor.
Eric and me on the beach when the moon was up in Ocean City(:
Didn’t edit it.. maybe i should.
Yo. This was romantic as shit.
They were, legit, all over each other. At one point, I peeked over and the guy’s hands were in the girl’s crotch and her legs were sprawled out. It skeeved me out ‘cause of how they just had no shame at all. Kids are taking horniness to a whole new level now. Goddamn.
Make sure they know that on all 365 days of a year. A box of chocolates and a teddybear doesn’t mean shit if you’re a heartless bastard on the other 364 days.