Listening to: Gackt - Mizerable
Feeling: moodless
There are no highlights. It is perfect and it is private. And I am loved. I am loved. I love, I love, I love. I want to wake up next to him and know that he is mine just as much. Just as much. I love. He protects me. I am loved. I love. I love the way he fucks up...
It's absolutely perfect.
Guys are so stupid.
Why do we girls love them so?