Can we sit up all night talking about everything? Can we have jokes that only you and I understand? Can we have a secret handshake? Can I be your diary and you be mine? Can I wipe the tears that fall from your eyes? Can I hold your hand during the brightest and darkest of times? And though they’d be great, can our connection and interaction go beyond the love we’d make or the way our lips taste? Basically, what I’m trying to say is, can you…no, will you be my best friend?
(Source: art-by-annie, via thatkindofwoman)
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