“Placido, I don’t know why we ever broke up.”

good morning Calgary

"how can I get a grip if I lost my main squeeze?"

I don't want your stuff.
I want you.
I want to be around your flirtatious ways.
I want to eat hot sauce with everything again.
If Pac goes so does Biggie 6 months later.
we'd drink so much, but I remember all of those times.
I've never laughed so much in my life with someone.

I'd post a song or a long ass paragraph about you Nabil.
But what's the point if I can express it?
What's the point if you already know how I feel about you.
honestly, I don't need to say much to you except that I love you.

you're not going anywhere.
xo

however vast the darkness, we must supply our own light