I was once willing to admit you’re perfect. Now the words, they stutter off my lips.
tmfs:: To My Future Husband:
tomyfuturespouse:
Please sing to me no matter how bad you think your voice is. Please take me on spontaneous dates. Please do something silly to cheer me up when I’m not in a good mood. Please take care of me when I’m sick. Please blast the music in the car when we go on road trips, just because. Please…
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