Oh to cuddle up and stargaze with a pretty girl and point out all the constellations I know, making up silly stories for them bc I don't remember the actual story. Little do I know that the pretty girl is actually looking at me instead of the stars, and when I turn to her, I see that she is staring at me with a look so full of adoration I can feel my face heat despite the chill night air. The pretty girl chuckles and kisses me senseless under the moonlight because she thinks I'm adorable.
Me at 2AM: letting my head spin with all the stories and scenarios from the romance novels I've ever read, knowing nobody's gonna love me the same way.
It's december and i miss you yet again