I envy your happiness and giddy feelings of new love. I feel sorry for you because this is the third time and I don't believe you're ready for it. I hate you for never acknowledging how I felt about you then. I miss you and driving home with the smell of your hair in my head. I'm dissapointed in myself for never making you see, never making you notice why I would hold a kiss a little longer than a friend should.
Oh, and uh,, you never needed fake tits to be lovely in my eyes.
Oh, and uh,, you never needed fake tits to be lovely in my eyes.