The HoBro Code: A Vagrant’s Guide to Your College Dorm [Click for full whiteboard]
In the early 1900’s, American hobos developed a set of shared secret symbols they used to let fellow bums know what to expect from the residents of any town they drifted into. Now, in the 21st century, the code has been revised so that shitty college kids can exploit the kindness of their dorm mates. Keep reading to learn the secrets of the HoBro Code!
You’ll probably never read this, but I have to say it.
It’s taken me far too long to see that what I wanted was right there all along. You’re the one person I never get tired of. You’re the person I need when the world is too much for me.
I used to think it would be worse to have never felt the lips of the one you love, but it’s not true because I remember the times your kissed me. They haunt my dreams, both waking and sleeping. When he touches me I remember your hands. But I know that you don’t remember mine.
I know now that if ever the chance arises I will have to put aside my fear and trust you, because having to watch you love someone else kills me.
But I do love you. And because of that, I can’t respond to something you once told me. Because she makes you so happy and you deserve that. But what’s more, I think I know you’d pick her.
Even so, I love you too.