Here come the feels
I may be over you now but reading all the shit you put me through all those years ago, both happy and sad, takes me back to senior year when I was ripping your clothes off in the practice room.
I’m putting this away now before I text you and so something really dumb
Hello senior year science major
All I want right now is to be with my bb. Stroking his cheek until he falls asleep
Mainly cause they’re the only ones who care enough to post silly pictures to make me laugh and say they’re waking up at five am to skype me and help me tackle this mountain of work that I’m drowning in one problem at a time
That’s the first compliment about my hair that I’ve gotten other than for prom my bb is the best bb there is
But I made it through. Barely.