He's sweet, caring, smart, funny, and cute.
The reason why I'm somehow able to smile in the morning.
But I'm not going to let myself fall so fast like last time.
No. Not again. I won't make that same mistake.
p.s. I really need to stop worrying about you so much. You're a grown "man".... just like you said when you turned 18 a few months ago. But I can't help it. It sounds like you're dying from being overworked. Maybe it's just my imagination.
p.s.s. How ironic is it that I want to go to Christmas in the Park him and the street it's on is called "Market"?
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