You like my eyebrows. So random. So you.
You told me you loved me. Because I told you to. "Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
Damn dude. All the feels. And I don't know if it's about you, or the fact that I'm hearing it at all. I like it though.
We talked about creating the life you want. I want simple things.
I want a boy who says he loves me.