I could barely stand his guts growing up, but I feel like this playground hostility has turned into puppy love over the years...
A girl can dream, can't she?
I jam out to this song in my car. And you know what I mean by jam. I don't just sing. I dance.
I could judge you for this. I could.
ReplyDeleteBut then I look deep down, and I know, that if I fostered this little, little crush on enrique,it could blossom into love.
so i can't judge.
thank you!
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