what you always wished for is always so beautiful that reality couldn't make it come true.
cry, cry i wish we were close.
texts and calls will never be enough as distance between us too big.
you always manage to make me smile like some little girl experiencing first love as she is kissed.
yes, you make me feel that way as you hit me up with all those 'daddy—baby girl' texts when you get the mood.
it is not cringe; it's cute. horribly cute and i can't do anything as my cheeks hurt from smiling.
and this morning you hit me up tekling me you were home from party, drunk and all bubbly.
you started telling me how much you wanted to hold me and you didn't want to sleep because you wanted to talk with me.
you know they said drunk words are sober thoughts.
and bam.
you told me you liked me.
[don't know how to end this but this shit happened to me, im smiling]
