I’m happy that I got to see you, that I got to sit in your car with you, and I’m happy because I get to kiss you whenever I want.
I’m happy that you don’t get disgusted of my nose boogies that sometimes gets on you when we kiss because I’m still a little sick, even though I think it’s really, really gross. I’m happy that we broke our promise because I loved being pressed up against you.
I’m happy that we’re a team, and I’m happy that if I don’t want the gum that was really, really minty, you’ll just hold out your hand and I’d let it fall there and laugh because that actually happened.
I’m happy I can cry in front of you and you don’t freak out, that my emotions are out of whack because that’s how I am after we get intimate.
I’m happy that you tell me to wipe my tears on your arm even though I could use my own, and that you remember the details of our first date, our first kiss, our first time, and all our first moments. I’m happy that you’re so genuine when you laugh and you still call me beautiful when I’m a mess.
I’m happy that I have you in my life."
do you ever see your face from a different angle and have a mental breakdown