Can’t you see that we’d be lovely? At least for a while. For the summer. It would be quite nice. I know I’m not the prettiest person in the world, not even the most average, but we have a laugh, don’t we? See sense.
You want the same things I want – sunshine and alcohol and vulgarity. Nothing else. Nothing more. Just fun. Maybe you do. I think you do. But I’m not often correct when it comes to these things. And I’d give anything to say this to you but I feel like I’d be wasting my time. Embarrassing myself, really. You have plenty of other options, after all. Even if you don’t realise it yet.
Give me a sign, please. A yes or a no. A maybe. A kiss.
And if you’re reading this, you know who you are.