Sometimes love is a very simple question, like what Noah asked: "What do you want?" We don't love for parents. We don't love for house. We don't love for money. It is just what you want, the person. If one day, when I wake up, my girl tells me: "Sorry, what I want is not you." Maybe I can understand then.
Well, that's what we do.We fight.You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch,and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass.Which you are 99% of the time.I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings.They have like a two second rebound rate,and you're back doing the next