Im becoming sentimental and nice (sort of)This morning I
- left my hair straight
- put my extra change in the tip jar at the deli
- gave directions to some random lady
- was running late but held the elevator door anyway
- wrote my name backwards on the fogged window
- called the boy to leave a "just thinking about you" message
It's the little things that matter most, no?
See what this guy does to me?