Him: I’m going to propose to you in a year.

Her: okay. Haha…but you’ll be sick of me long before then.

Him: oh, trust me darling. You’ll be the one getting sick of me first. Lol

Her: i don’t get sick of people. (:

Him: good. So we’ll be engaged, then.

Her: (:

Him: (:

Her:

Her:

Him: hey, you.

Her: (slowly erasing you from my life for no reason and i won’t tell you why. I’ll just let you fester with your thoughts for weeks. Months, even)

Him: but -

Her: nope

Him:

Him: …guess I won that little bet…

Pizza, beer, and lots of hot sauce.

I’m a guy.

Sup?