Whoever Falls In Love First Loses
Hey, I'll call you Val, you call me, Sharna. I'll call you Valentin, you can call me Sharna May. You can kiss me on the cheek in public, and I'll do the same to you. We can take cute pictures and create a fake ship name, on that note we can have petty arguments and move in together. We can make box mac and cheese for dinner or call in takeout, and still make it seem romantic. We can lay together in bed and tell stories from childhood. We can jam out to 90's hiphop music and drive on the backroads. We'll have cute contact names for each other, and send sappy romantic text messages. I'll give you back massages after rehearsals, and you'll give me a kiss on my nose before we fall asleep. I'll let you see me with messy hair and no makeup, you'll let me see you sad. We can relate to romance movies and go on adventures to coffee shops. We can meet each other's familes and have dinners with them. We can wear promise rings and I'll let you pick out a lipstick shade for me. But, at the end of the day, Mr. Chmerkovskiy, whoever falls in love first...loses.