Day 2 off work. The guy drove me 2 hours to pick up the ring I threw out the car window the other night. He still won’t tell me how he feels, he still keeps all his cards close to his chest. Why bother driving me all that way?
This is a joke. I can do so much better than this.
Yeah I still keep going back, but I will stop, and it feels like it’s going to be very soon.