pretty girls are hard to maintain.
but fret not, i'll be getting my bouquet of blood red roses that smells like heaven, my diamond ring so shiny it'll blind you, my carton of heaven-sent golden to perfection chocolates. and you, you with your perfect lips made just for mine.

we are all hopeless romantics aren't we? soulmates and all that. but it's still a little too early to tell ain't it?

no pressure, honey. no pressure at all....;)