summer after high school when we first met...

tattoos. fast cars. older guys. vw's. the 401.

so. you’re not talking to your girl anymore. and even when you were you hit me up all the time. and you still hit me up. that should tell you something. i get it. you don’t believe in real relationships right now even tho 1. half your friends are in them and 2. half your friends are married and have kids already. but all relationship talk aside, i don’t care about the title. i just want someone to spend my time with. i miss just lying down and watching movies together, i miss just going out to eat now and then or you making me dinner. i miss just driving around rapping to drake’s “take care” album. i miss taking bong rips and passing out on the couch with you. i miss just snuggling with you. i just want someone to spend my time with and do things that we both enjoy. i just want a care free summer making memories. i miss you slore. every other guy makes me wanna throw up. i don’t find it cute when they try to be flirty and say cute things. it makes me wanna not respond to them because they just sound so lame and cheesy. and no one else knows how to do it like you. trust me, i know. so yeah. i miss you. the end. please keep hitting me up everydayy i wuv it. and p.s. fuck your roommate. i feel like i’m never welcomed anymore because he’s always there.

no one’s you slore.

the end.

i like just talking to you