So... you know the languages of love and blahblahblah? Pretty sure mine is somewhat made up.
the quantity of quality time. the time you spend won't mean something unless I know that you mean it.
I don't care what you think. I think that's the best way to show me that you like me. If you come over with me and spend oodles of time with my roommate instead, fine. I don't want to spend time with you, either.
Pfft.
So concerts and photoshoots and long talks (NOT about you and your problems) are good. You being content to ignore me, not so much.
mrrrr.
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