So here's the thing. I'm a messager. A wingman. Or wingwoman rather. (Perhaps a third wheel)
See I have a friend, who's helplessly in love with a guy. Said guy thought she cheated (deadass didn't like him) but then because I'm awesome (or atleast an awesome friend) I reached out (with said friends permission) and basically long story short,
I now have to convey "I love you" between two people while my ass be sitting here single and stressing over a shit load of work that I need to get done.
Guess love ain't my gig, but hey, I'm down on my second succesful assist in the love making. (Innocently not inappropriately)
















