You can’t repeat the past, Jay.
Your wife doesn’t love you.
You don’t need to buy me expensive things or take me out to dinner every night or even every weekend. I don’t need the world or want the world. I want the little things. If you push my hair out of face or rub my back. Or if you randomly kiss my cheek. Or text me randomly saying you miss me. Or if you make a tweet about me or post a picture of us on instagram. Then that’s all I care about. I want the little things. I care way more about that, than anything else.
CAN U CUCKING FUNTS STOP MAKING THESE EDITS THEY ARE THE CAUSE OF MY CHEST PAINS
OKAY IF YOU ASSHOLES DONT STOP WITH THESE EDITS OF ZAYN WITH VLUE EYESNDKFHLKJLKJHDKGJHGKLFJ
I’m actually crying. Tears are streaming
Don’t look at me