I don’t need to be swept off my feet. I don’t need elaborate dates and grand gestures. All I want is to cuddle up in bed in our sweats, watching your favorite movie and talking about life. Turning your head to kiss you whenever I want. Holding your hand. Running my fingers through your hair. That’s enough to give me butterflies.
Would be really nice, if my prince charming could just walk through the door and rescue me from this shithole