My girlfriend. MY GIRLFRIEND. THEY ARE MY GIRLFRIEND. HOW. IGMGOOGKGKGOFMGOFM. HOW DID I. THEY. I. AH. PRETTY. HANDSOME. WOW. WOW. I get to have them as my girlfriend. Wow. I am so very in love with them and always will be. So handsome. Shobioismarried is the most perfect,
amazing, handsome, stunning, beautiful, jaw dropping, person in the world. This flower
boy is BEAUTIFUL. I don’t care what you think. It is true. And if you think differently, I am assuming your eyes got messed up when you were born and now everything you think is the opposite of what it truly is. ANYWAYS. They are stunningly handsome. Such a pretty
boy. I can never breathe when I hear, see, or read their texts. I love them. I could write PARAGRAPHS on how much they mean to me, essays on how their eyes are so handsome as the moon glows for they glow just the same, books on how much I want to meet them. And I will. I will. I love them. And their name and mine interlink. They match. They are beautiful, so is their name, so is their eyes, their hair, their
smile. Gosh. Their
smile. Wow. Wow. Their
smile. Their
smile. I can’t get enough of it. Everytime I go to my camera
roll there is always at least
one screenshot of this beautiful person. Giggling, laughing, smiling. Stunning. I want to marry them, my flower
boy. I do.
Marry me shobioismarried. Please. I will be like Saiki’s dad. Clean your shoes. Put my jacket on the
dirty ground so you don’t have to go through the trouble of avoiding it or grt dirt on you. I beg. I will make you strawberry and blueberry muffins everyday. And brownies. Please shobioismarried. Please. I will save up and buy a ring. I will. >:
D.
I love you.
