Why?
Hey, it’s me again. I’m writing to ask why you list me. Why do you let me have feelings and take me home?
Hey, it’s me again. I’m writing to ask why you list me. Why do you let me have feelings and take me home?
You text me the other night- “you say I never text you, so now I am, and now you’re wrong!” I can’t stop smiling about that. What I don’t think you understand is that it has nothing to do with what you say. It’s all about knowing that you think of me. I have to…
I don’t what to play the game.