dear terrible bastard,
i love you.
even if you get hit by a bus or a truck
i'll be crying in you're funeral.
'cause you're one of the most lovely (and hatred) things in the world.
and yeah, i'm blowing up your ego. pay me for that.
oh, the most important thing:
you know i'm an asshole and keep watching me in the summer afternoon.
if that is not love, tell me what force of the nature makes you get out of home with more of 30ºC. tell me!
sincerely,
your favourite asshole.
