Jun 2014
I wrote a poem about you in my mind.
It was short and snappy and sure to hurt.
Why?
I still love you
and nothing can change that.
It was short and snappy and sure to hurt.
Why?
I still love you
and nothing can change that.
Does calling me your best friend on a fairly relevant social media site actually make me your best friend? Or do we actually have to hangout for that?? I don't know anymore.
