cheaper than a moleskine.

"I worry that I'll just use you and leave you. But then I'll realise I actually like you, and then I'll pine and write poems about Us. And then I'll propose to you, and then you'll tell me to fuck off, and then I'll write more bad poetry. And then you'll feel sorry for me and remember what a good kisser I was. Then we'll get married and have a couple of brats (but not too early on, and we'll space them out)."