so here's the thing; we both know the two of us are shit at writing stuff, but tbh that's what our relationship is sorta based on along with community love, your cheesiness, and hermie and norman, our failure children. okay, so getting to the point, I'm flattered as hell somebody as perfect and kind as you has chosen to fall for the hot mess I am myself. truthfully, I don't know how it's possible you think I'm good enough for you, (considering my lame ass community trivia playing), but you do and that's hella rad. you may think I'm just dating you for your store discount, which I am, but it goes deeper than that and I feel a ton of butterflies in my stomach when I talk to you.
#sixseasonsandamovieofopheliaandgreyson is obviously going to happen, and there the greatest love story will be, cause youre right about one thing: Jeff and Annie, and Romeo and Juliet are always going to be second place to our Ophelia and Greyson. (Also if you ever try to buy me whole wheat bread instead of white I may go ape)