Friday, March 11, 2011

First time.


You told her everything. You told her you're going to miss me so much for the month you're away, you told her you're mad about me, you told her you really like me, you told her you want to be with me. And then she told me everything. But when she told me, she slipped something out by mistake, that you told her not to tell me. To be honest, even though you never said it yourself, my heart skipped a beat when she said it.

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