"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, I'll tell you that.But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it, where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder or return to where we've been.
I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again
and I caused nothing but trouble, I understand if you cant talk to me again"
You ex-boyfriend is dating an Irish girl because he fell in love with Scotland this summer. I'm single and heartbroken, interested in chicks, Anna, and the boy I lost my virginity too. Of course, I'm still ragingly in love with you, but you don't approve and I understand you more now that I've read the first two novels in the Twilight Series. You are my Bella, Belle, though we know that's not your nature. quit acting like Rosalia and except my gaping proposal, I may not talk to you, but it's always open, like my door, my heart, my mind, and my mouth as I watch you make the biggest mistake of your life with that red-haired wannabe rocker fat ass. I' m ten times the companion he can even imagine and you know it. People don't change, time just passes by, and you are the same Krystal you were back in Sophomore Biology, helping me torture Mrs. Bonanno. I can tell that your previous vision of me and my alluringness has faded, but mine is still up for you and it's waiting. Come home, baby, I miss you.
The National Convention is waiting, But government is pushed aside when the mind is consumed with you and the smell of your skin. I bought petroleum jelly because I hear it heals the cuts, but I guess we'll see won't we? or actually, we wont see because that's the point of the cream. I love you, I want you, I need you, but you don't return the favor so I fuckin hate you and if I die, it's all your fault.
