I thought your coffee table was more clever than that.

You are eighteen.
You've been waiting for this since you were in grade 8.
You've got your license, you've got your car. You're legal.
I feel so happy for you, I wish I was with you right now, lovely.

Happy birthday, Fabi.
I hope you'll always know how much I fucking love you.
Best friends now and for fucking ever. I cant wait for Feburary.

"They're british, they have brown hair and one of them is wearing a blue shirt. Can it get any cuter?"
"Um, black hair, pierced ears, tattoo? Hello?"

Guess who thinks they're cuter than my english lovelies.

At the back of the bus, off to the right, we sat with our hands linked but our fingers weren't intertwined. You picked me up from school, you didnt say you were coming but I guessed anyway.We were listening to some song that I cant remember now but I know it was a good one and we didnt speak. We didnt say a single word. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw you glance at your hand and then you pulled your arm away from mine. You took off your watch and put it around my wrist, we didnt say a single word. I kissed you on your shoulder and you squeezed my hand. I love it when you smile like that.

Its the season to thank Cohen.