I hate what I've done. But I can't tell you, I can only show you. But you haven't given me the chance. I spent all night making something in Minecraft, hoping one day I'll get to show you.
The look in your eyes after you seen the rose petals, made me realize you were the one.
The nights on your sunroof made me feel invisible.
The fact we can talk on and on and never get anything done, brings joy to my heart.
The days you throw me on the bed and say I want you, made me feel like I was worth something.
There is so much more that I want to say but it kills me.
So idk what to do.
