Some Things I Like Best About You (And Some Things I Really Don’t)
I don’t like how when I grabbed your hand the night I was crying, you laughed and pulled your hand away. I don’t like what I ended up letting you get away with.
I don’t like how when I grabbed your hand the night I was crying, you laughed and pulled your hand away. I don’t like what I ended up letting you get away with.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I think I might be dead inside,” my one friend says, “Is it just me, or has this aspect of our lives become less important?”