sarahcentric

I miss you! Come back! I’m freezing my t-ts off here!

Please give me another chance! I promise I’ll wear all of those dresses you like and watch outdoor movies in Bryant Park. Your first Blue Moon is on me with an orange or lemon, whatever you want. We’ll go to the beach and wear sunscreen…the good stuff not the crap that burns yours eyes when you put it on your face. You’ll feed me grapes and I’ll feed you blueberries. I’ll put the air conditioner in before the first heat wave. And I swear, I SWEAR I won’t whine about you in August!

Please come home. I miss you. New York City misses you. It’s 21 g-ddamn, motherf—ing degrees!!

Kisses,
Sarah

p.s. Don’t tell February about this. He still thinks I want to work it out.
p.p.s I apologize for my language. This weather is bulls–t.