March 30th, 2004

skripka, WGA

(no subject)

Dear you,

I love you. I love how you held onto my shoulders as Andrew sang Konstantine, and how you didn't let go even when I leaned back into you. I love how you didn't care that my friends were laughing like we were crazy. I love how you made me feel special, made me feel romantic. I love how just standing with you made me feel special. So why don't I know your name?