happy (technically) one month, York. I love you. So. Much. I know, I havenโt been. In front much. Just know that, even when Iโm not. Iโm always still thinking of you. I hope. We can spend this day, together.
It don't matter how much you're in front. Ain't ever going to, long as youse still knowing I love you. And I get ta see you. Hopin' we can spend it together, yer always on my mind too. โค๏ธ
Fuck February, one too many r's and too little days. Makes it hard to place a date. Why do all months gotta have a different end date, anyways.