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.
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 -
Him: …guess I won that little bet…
Pizza, beer, and lots of hot sauce.
I’m a guy.