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We got married. Mat C.

I've been watching this for while now and if my blood got tested it would say I'm all shojo! I want to have a cute comfortable inter sexual relation ship with a sensible boy(man? Am I a woman or girl?!)
I want make a big deal out of holding hands. I want to go for night walks. In fact I'm gonna make a list and put it online in the hopes that one day my potential significant other may find it: a road map to my hopelessly romantic heart and head.

By the way I inadvertently lied to someone that I got married and decided to keep lying sort of as a joke. So if there is a Mat Chengsky out there, I'm sorry that I changed you relationship status. Lol my hopelessly romantic head just thought of "lie to me." Mat, if you do read this tell me if you are interested in being my Hyun Ki-Joon.

Yours sleeplessly,

TYB

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