You make my ankles hurt.
You make my knees hurt.
You make my boobs hurt.
You make my lungs hurt.
I want to be your friend. I don't have to love you...I'd simply like to tolerate you. But, man, you make it hard.
I think I will first try to get close to your cousin Walking and then, maybe, it will help ease me into your good graces.
Let's try, shall we?
Love,
Me
