I’m doing that thing again, where I do nothing and you fall in love with me anyway. Me and my non-verbal’s and my big words, my hearty laugh and my half smile...You'll complain that I'm too independent, it'll bother you; I can pay my own bills, drive myself, wash my own clothes, all the things you don't/ can't do, I'll pick up my own tab, I might
(
Read more... )