A N T H O N Y

Lately I've been looking around, and have come to the realisation that everyone has their person. That person that they can tell everything. That they can be completely themselves with. That laughs at them when they’re hurt, but holds them when they’re cry. That comes over at 1am to drink or comes over at 5am to cuddle. That person that is the one thing that’s constant.

Where’s my person? Cause I have a lot to tell them...