dearoldlove:

Oh no—kissing him made me realize that I actually care about you.

dearoldlove:

I don’t know how, to not want, to hold your hand.

dearoldlove:

I fell in love with you when you told me how much you loved cheese. That was a stupid reason.

dearoldlove:

All I want for Christmas is you, holding my hand in the snow.

Please.

dearoldlove:

No matter how many guys I date who look like you, act like you, listen to the same music as you, have eerily similar bookshelves and DVR’d TV shows as you, and maybe even smell like you…well, it’s still not you.