I love old people.
I love old people.
So much so that they dont even have to be old. Grey hair and I'm drawn like a moth to a flame.
Old people usually love me too ...except for when they're just regular-aged people with grey hair.
Today on the max, a guy sat down next to me and I couldn't stop glancing over at him, desperate for him to be make any sort of inclination that he was lonely or needed a day-booster.
But he didn't. He didn't even look at me.
And I felt like a creeper (obviously I wasn't wrong for feeling that way).
I guess I'll save my love for the old people who appreciate it.
So much so that they dont even have to be old. Grey hair and I'm drawn like a moth to a flame.
Old people usually love me too ...except for when they're just regular-aged people with grey hair.
Today on the max, a guy sat down next to me and I couldn't stop glancing over at him, desperate for him to be make any sort of inclination that he was lonely or needed a day-booster.
But he didn't. He didn't even look at me.
And I felt like a creeper (obviously I wasn't wrong for feeling that way).
I guess I'll save my love for the old people who appreciate it.
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