2:51am|reblogged from Tom Oatmeal:
It was a sappy romantic story, I’ll be the first to admit, but reading it seemed to unearth so many old memories. The warm summer night. The county fair. Of course, unlike the story, we’d been caught in the ticket line, not the top of the ferris wheel. And fucking, not kissing.
Romance, thy name is Tom Oatmeal.

