happy (technically) one month, York. I love you. So. Much. I know, I haven’t been. In front much. Just know that, even when I’m not. I’m always still thinking of you. I hope. We can spend this day, together.
It don't matter how much you're in front. Ain't ever going to, long as youse still knowing I love you. And I get ta see you. Hopin' we can spend it together, yer always on my mind too. ❤️
Fuck February, one too many r's and too little days. Makes it hard to place a date. Why do all months gotta have a different end date, anyways.