I know, right? I probably shouldn’t refer to you as guys. Maybe gals, or even yous, but definitely not guys. Because you’re not. Guys, that is. You’re not guys.
You’ve GOT to stop being so… dreamy.
Because it’s really getting hard on me, knowing that if/when we meet, it’ll be a long time from now. Why can’t you just be a little more realistic for once?
But, do me a favor and don’t go anywhere. Sometimes you’re all I’ve got.