I get it. I don’t care. I don’t mind. Men who care about that shit are fucking dickwads and I’m telling you right now, I’m a lot of things but I’m not that. I miss you, okay? I want to spend the night with you, want you to sleep in my bed, and I want a fucking redo of our first morning. I want you in my shirt while I make you eggs or pancakes or bacon or whatever the fuck you’re craving tomorrow morning.”
