Paradise: THIS.
You’ll forget about me. You will tell me you won’t, but you will. You will because eventually one by one, most people will. You won’t know who I am. You won’t remember my favorite color, my birthday, or my voice. You won’t remember any of it. You won’t because you’ll be alright without me. You’ll…
Baby, this. I want this. For my birthday I want all this (:
baby, your wife doesn’t know how to cook anything else expect making those, so expect it everyday
