You are to me what magnets are to a compass.
I’ll never underestimate the things we can accomplish. The Bonnie to my Clyde, always by my side. My accomplice.
I don’t want to get attached. Don’t want to learn to depend on you then be left to drown in the deep end. This is where the weak ends. But i’ll still see you on the weekends. Your friends still trying to peek in, put in opinions on something they didn’t put in on. Well go ahead and listen to em. I thought you were different from em. Party on. Party on. Prom night nigga.