standuptall
you were romantic. but now its with her. i know you can be, and i hope she likes it. i know i did. it didn't happen often, but one day i was sad. you wrapped me up in your blanket and took me too your roof. we watched to stars. i cry every time i think of it.
you are dense. your brain i mean. i don't understand how you can do what you did. we were fine, and happy, and in a switch, very much like a light, you fucked it all up. this is hard for me. so don't ask me if it's not. you are dense.