I kept saying that to myself everytime I felt like crying.
I kept saying, "There's this thing called love. We know it. But you don't know it like I know it..."
Why can't you be the hopeless romantic I want? I had every cute little thing planned out for tomorrow, but now that you tell me that you HATE cute stuff. All my plans are down the drain. I'll just have to come up with some other interesting thing that's not cute...
mall + new raybans
see you tomorrow,