I remember how we used to share warmth through our hands in each others pockets as we waited for your mom to pick you up in her honda civic. Granted it might of not been that car but it rhymes so I like it.
YOU ARE READING
The Romantics of a Silly Person
RomanceThis is probably my worst one yet. But I enjoy romance as much as the next guy (when I'm not throwing up after seeing my best friends gazing into each other's eyes). Like, I'm the first to be invested in a university love story or someone finally gr...
