He did it..stole my heart.
I dont care that i dont get to sleep.
That “personal space” means going to the loo.
That i nowadays consider “-kskkkjdkksppppppfffffffffffffff” to be the beginning of a proper conversation.
I dont care.
I love him to bits.
I have dinner to cook and “Stayawayfrommysonhewillbreakyourheart”-posters to print.