I feel like this is how I look when I’m trying to pull off a tough face… Never really taken seriously.
I want this, too. I want all of it.
I want the pointless bickering, the long walks, the late night phone calls, the good morning texts. I want cute pictures with you, to hold your hand, to make food for you, to call you baby.
The joking, the wrestling, the fights, the long how I feel text messages after we make up. I want to be one of those inserperable best friends couples that people are like ”You’re still together?”.
That’s what I want. With you.