All I'm gunna say is:
The Notebook.
One year.
365 days.
I'm on day 9.
I wan't to tell you so badly.
But at the same time, I don't.
I want it to be a surprise,
but at the same time, I don't.
I suck at surprises.
I can't stand them. They're too intimidating.
Maybe you'll read this post
and ask me what the hell I'm talking about.
Then I'll tell you.
I want you to ask me so I can tell you.
But I don't want to sound like a freak
and just tell you randomly, out of the blue.
Like I said.
Day 9.
Only 356 to go.
The Notebook.
One year.
365 days.
I'm on day 9.
I wan't to tell you so badly.
But at the same time, I don't.
I want it to be a surprise,
but at the same time, I don't.
I suck at surprises.
I can't stand them. They're too intimidating.
Maybe you'll read this post
and ask me what the hell I'm talking about.
Then I'll tell you.
I want you to ask me so I can tell you.
But I don't want to sound like a freak
and just tell you randomly, out of the blue.
Like I said.
Day 9.
Only 356 to go.
PS
I kinda "low-key" wish
you were doing the same
thing I was doing. I wonder
what you'd have to say.
