Is that what you think? All a woman needs is a big ****** an she'll be good for the rest of the week? Lemme tell you somethin boy, learn this:
When she's up late at night staring out the window, thinking about you, she's thinking about the time you laced fingers; she looked up and you looked down and the firelight danced on your faces.  She remembers lazy footrubs, her legs on yours  when you fed her bites of your ice cream, each of you on either side of the sofa. That day on the beach when you said she was the most amazing girl in the world then you put a flower in her hair. She remembers laughing until her cheeks hurt, getting the inside joke and the way you winked. She remembers your crooked smile, your walk, your voice and your arms, every detail in your hands. The sound of your voice. She remembers every detail of everything but all you remember is the O. She would have loved you anyways.