For the right You, i'd walk a thousand miles in 6inch heels. Not to you. With you. Shouting, "Are We There Yet" at every turn. But it'd be fun. And blisters would be of no consequence. For the right You, anything is possible.
Im sadly a huge romantic at heart.
With the right person, wouldnt everything be dandy? Wouldnt everything just fall into place? I mean i'd still complain endlessly - when i'm with guys, any guy, i love to complain..it seems like its just a reflex for me - and i do mean endlessly, but i'd be complaining with a huge grin plastered across my heart.