This is something William never told me about. He never told me that at some point, I may start to like other colors. The thought of this saddens me. I like being loyal and William has been a part of my life for so long (even in the summer, which is supposed to be wild and free).
But he probably didn’t tell me because, for him, there is nothing to fear. He knows I’ll come back to him. And I think him and Guy Meets Gal-veston can be friends. They may also hit it off romantically, and I love matchmaking (if only I could matchmake myself, which is another post entirely).
I mean, their names are kind of long. They probably hear people shortening their names all the time, so they have something to rant about to each other.
Here, the best color to go on my toe nails since before I knew William Tell Me About It.