i want this time to be not bad, for her. desperately. i'm going to do it right, in the chivalrous sense, hopefully. if she'll let me?
i had this thought the second i read that text.
it feels like driving my parents' new car. the pedals are really sensitive and every twitch of the foot either sends you flying or stops you instantly. (as in you have to be really really gentle, not as in i feel like an emotional roller coaster. this is why I should be sleeping at quarter to five in the morning.)
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