That moment when you’re sick in bed, and your girlfriend brings you pancakes and you think to yourself, “I could marry this girl.” Boom, already engaged.
To me you are a work of art.
Whatever this becomes, today’s the day that it all changed. For me at least.
"I guess I’m just ready to leave San Francisco. It’s kind of a toxic place when you figure out that your closest relationships were built on a foundation of alcohol and agreeing that something sucks."