Nikolo, you have absolutely no idea how hard it was to compose myself for this shot. Squealing like a little girl on the inside and itching to let it out, but I can’t afford to have a bad picture so standing still really wasn’t much of an option.
Thank you for this night. How I wish the sidewalk was made of grass so I could have lied down and looked at the stars with you. We’ll get to do that one day without us having to break our necks.
P.S. I had to edit my hair in this picture because you said “your hair’s okay.” It was all over the place, thank you very much.
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