I’m so tired tonight. But I’m making sure she comes first. Everything else always comes first.
If you could look like anyone in the world, who would it be? Why would you change? Would it make you happier? Would you be a better person for it?
If he said just once, that maybe someday there would be a chance, I would never talk to another boy again.
I missed it. I thought we were doing something special. But we were just kids pretending to be free.