That first day, the one where I texted you about my ex, you know, the one you punched in the face? That was the real beginning. The beginning of us I suppose.
I remember quite well, which is odd considering I have shitty memory recall. I called you a hypocrite. Because my stupid ex was my best friend and you didn't like it. At that time, you didn't even know me. How funny was that babe?
I remember that in the beginning, I just wanted to be your friend. I wanted to know more about the boy who only listens to old school rock and heavy metal. I wanted to know you, beyond what your friends knew. Hell, I didn't even like your friends but I was more than willing to tolerate them if it meant spending the lunch hour with you.
Funny how back then, the most complicated part about us was that neither wanted to take the first step and talk face-to-face. We were happy yet unsatisfied with just texting.
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Love Notes.
HumorThis is simply the inner ramblings of my mind. Also revolves around my boyfriend. Maybe he'll read them someday. Fun fact: the cover is a screenshot between us.
