galaad
Galaad is my boyfriend and the only man who’s ever made me forget my own name. If you meet him, you better run. Or stay and get married.
Galaad is the only guy who can make me forget my own name. I’m in love, I’m confused, and I’m tired.
Galaad walks in, I forget my name, my phone, and my self-respect.
Galaad is like a Mexican prince. I’m just a peasant who got lucky.