You always want to go to places and so do I so I wonder, if we're constantly moving how do we get to cross our path? You want to camp out and make s'mores and I like that too but I don't really mind being in bed whole day watching movies with a tub of ice cream and apple slices. You want to take the last bus going home but I don't really trust an empty bus but that won't be a problem because you won't mind sleeping on the terminal bench and as long as I have a good book with me and a cup of coffee I'd do the same.
I'm just glad that after all the clumsy things I did and the people I squeezed in to my tiny self, you still wendang2 me. And I'd like to give you an actual 'fox hat' but I'm reminded of how you repossessed the socks that were supposed to be mine so I have to exhaustively think it over. I want you to open up your heart and fall in love for real but that's funny because you actually already love a lot of things already. And what do I know about love? I mean, you have a big, big heart and there's room for more and I know that no matter how you deny it, I'm in there too. You can report this post as "harassing" now.
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