I love riding shotgun and I can almost see how I'd like to see it go. I'd be my own greatest hits, acting out, acting under, maybe crazy, weekends until we hate each other to death. I want to analyze your handwriting and disprove your conspiracy theories. I'm more attached the less likely it seems.
Well, affection is lovely, and lovey, you make it sound like we'd make it, easy. I think about time, sealing wax, and sex to speed through the sermon - I'm just the worst. You surface as I slip to sleep, name as I can't see the face, come for me some afternoon.