You're witty jokes and brilliant piano-playing make me all tingly
I kind of want to stalk you
But arrest and your rejection are legitimate fears
so I won't.
Just know that I would leave my kitty, and move to england and adopt your children
even if they're my age
if you asked me to.
I might ask you to speak in an american accent
I hope that's ok.
You don't have to if you don't want.
If I get sick, which I do a lot, I would want you to diagnose me
and be mean.
But not that mean, because I want to be that girl
who tames the
insensitive, emotionally stunted
douchebag.
Our relationship kind of reminds me
of the one I had with
that badass in the Breakfast club
who hooks up with the unfortunate
(other)
redhead.
You're the shit.
I love you.
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