Emily, our love is like a song. Except we both forgot the lyrics and now we just kinda hum along
Emily… I…
Emily, I been drinken but I feel good? Love feel good. If that means something. But it don't.
Emily, sometimes when you need me I’m just not home… and for that you are welcome.
Emily your lips make me quiver. Quiver and shiver, like a thing that rhymes with quiver
Emily, I...
Emily this is the real me
Emily you take my breath away and where do you keep it?
Emily here comes the hard part: if you love me why don’t you fucking show me that you do? Why don’t you ever look in public like you want to be with me? PS- your cousin’s a bitch.
Emily I want to pork you on the futon
Emily, you are in my heart, my bloodstream, my soul… the sooner you understand that I love you the sooner you can run away screaming
Emily: life is hard enough
Emily do you like me (check one)
□ Yes
□ No
Emily, I-
Emily: I can see you’re the one for me, you’re my melody, my family, you set me free in a symphony of ecstasy (also your jugs is fantastic)
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