huckleberry
im tired of the infatuations, the crushes that never grab your hand just make you blush. i feel like i am hiding behind a stained glass mirror of my infatuations. painted with the glances and freckles and smiles of everyone i have ever met. but really alll i have is one thing to ask: dear huckleberry will you be my valentine? ill get you drunk off pink champagne and feed you strawberry cupcakes, and our drunken mess we will runaway to paris just in time to see the sun rise. i love you huckleberyy.
