Drake: I had a great time last night. Call me when you wake up. An hour later, he sent another. Drake: Are you free Monday? For breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. Or sex. Preferably all of the above. And then another from not long ago. He must have sent it when I was on the T. Drake: Came upstairs to check on you and you’re gone. You okay? Let me know you made it home safely. And answer your texts so I don’t sound like a desperate lover. But I am desperate. To see you again.
please stop i beg, i melting
