Ok Boomer Girl, I’m going to keep it real with you: I keep a picture of you on my nightstand. Every morning, I wake up and realize you’re right there beside me, staring at me with those luscious deep hazel eyes. It beckons me to say “good morning” and kiss you on the forehead on the portrait. It satisfies to keep down my love and deep lust for you doing that, and reminds me that you’re just playing too hard to get. It’s ok though, because I know that you’re perfect for me, and I keep falling for you no matter what. I imagine you as an outstanding princess and me as your charming, evergetful prince. Our synergetic love will always be bound together, like The Yin Yang. It builds up to my courage just to say to you that I love you.