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You’re so hot.
You’re so hot.
We keep joking that we have toxo-plasmosis, the cat litter disease. I keep wondering if we are laying the framework for all the ways we are about to jump off a cliff together.
Let’s keep texting each other our Co-Star reading every morning, even when we wake up in the same bed.
Your belt buckle says Wyoming, but you keep calling it your “Montana” belt.
You gave me a backrub after cooking me a steak and I almost started crying, I was so happy.
Every time the tarot reading is good, we say, “Fuck yeah!” Every time it is foreboding, we say, “That doesn’t make sense.”
Let’s never be mad at each other, and when we are mad at each other, let it be the right amount of mad, for the right amount of time.
Went for a walk on the longest beach in America. Saw a group of people riding horseback. You told me your grandma’s horse’s name—Lucky. I thought about your horseshoe tattoo. We still barely know each other.
blood oath (noun): an oath taken by two or more people in which they ceremonially use or exchange each other’s blood.