Στεγνώσαμε.

Γινόμαστε στυγνοί, γινόμαστε αδυσώπητοι, γινόμαστε ενήλικες.

Το peace of mind μας στα πιστεύω μας. Ο έρωτας δεύτερος και εκλογικευμένος. Eh, princes schminces.

See? He's her lobster.

I seem unable to get you out of my head. And that makes me confused. I think I miss you. A lot. Way more than I should. And that makes me sad.




PS: I would let you down. Yet once.