No one knows that I’m actually mature and a hopeless romantic because I like to hide it by being an immature pervert.That’s probably the reason you’ll never like me. I wish I could grow the balls to not care and tell everyone that I love you. I want you to know that I’m not what I appear to be. If we ever got together I would surprise you by how romantic I’d be. I don’t even want sex, I just want to be able to hug and kiss you every day ’til the day we die.
