i bet i could place twenty bucks down and ask each girl in every one of my classes whether she thinks your cute or not, and i would bet three girls in every room would think your cute.
id still have that twenty too. it basically makes me believe in wierd conspiracies and stupid darwin theories.
but what is it about you? i meen look at you, you're an asshole and you think you know the world by the back of your gorgeous hands. sorry, im honestly not trying to insult you or anything, i wouldn't say any of this if i didn't think you would say the same damn thing about yourself. how the hell did you find true love? really. you're so gorgeous and even though you're also hilarious and pretty much a genious, you're way too gorgeous to know the signs of a fake woman. at least, from the outside looking in thats how it appears. i meen in order to find "the one" you have to have that connection with someone, but also you have to know that whoever you like, likes you back. doesn't everyone like you?
i look forward to you making me laugh every single day।it is exhausting, and a waste of my time to let your beautiful eyes, and amazing jokes get to me.
यू ब्रिघ्तें माय एन्तिरे वर्ल्ड फॉर me
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