Get out of my heart.

I have the best boyfriend in the world, the best one I've found in the 18 years of my life. But you have a spell on me. I need to stay away from you, because I'm not doing anything to fuck this relationship up. What me and you had is gone. Over. Finished. And done. That's final. I'm going to be the best girlfrind I can to the guy I'm falling in love with, and a good friend, as good as I can be, to you.

stfu.

I know I'm not huuuge fat. But I am fat. Fatter than you and her. I used to have a nice body and I lost it. No need to remind me and call me fucking thunder thighs!

A second me.

I'm not mad you moved on, I'm happy for you. I'm happy how I've moved on. But sitting in my room looking at photo's of us and what we used to be hit me all over again. So I went on your facebook and you and her say everything me and you used to. I know you said once before when we were ending, you'll find another girl and you'll get her to say all those things that made us happy. But I didn't think it would actually happen. And didn't think it would hurt this much. You two are another me and you.

It's a secret.

It's way too early to say it, but I do really like you. I think I'm falling for you. Let's keep things the way they are. They're perfect.

Nothing in return.

You're an absolute bitch. I did everything possible for you. I let you move into my house and live here for 5/6 months, I brought you everything you needed, I gave you the best 20th birthday ever, I caught your tears and hugged you until you smiled, I gave you advice and I even kept your secrets. Once you moved out, you became the biggest bitch but I never thought you would go this low. You knew how I felt and you kissed him right in front of me. You were all over him, I got so angry. I text you abusive messages, I rang you and shouted at you. You started crying saying sorry. But none of that meant shit anyways. Because you still went off and fucked him in his bed. You're some slut who lives in the same town as me. Not the best friend I used to have.

It's so magical.

A few weeks ago, you came to my house for a house party. We spoke and danced but that was all. The next weekend I seen you at another house party. We all went to The Meeting Place and while the DJ was playing, me and you sat in the smoking area chatting for the night, watching everyone enjoy there night and having laughs. Everyone had told me that we would get together that night. I didn't think you were into me, so I said no. But when we went back to the house we were flirting, laughing and smiling at each other. 8am came along, we had no sleep but I was sitting on your lap and you had your arm around me. We got up and took the couch. While we cuddled we fell asleep. Every day since then I've been with you. You came around that Thursday my Dad went to Dublin and we watched a few dvds. You touched my face so softly and I looked at you, you smiled and then kissed me. I got butterflies in my tummy and I smiled. You've stayed at my house every night since then. You get along with my family and I get along with yours. Sunday night just gone, we were out in the pub. Everyone asked if we were together, we both just smiled and then laughed. We didn't know what to say. Because we are but we aren't. Later on in the night I seen my sister, and she grabbed me and said in my ear "I told Ken to look after you and if he hurts you then I'm going to kill him." I went to move my head away to smile at her but she pulled me back and said "He told me that he wouldn't ever hurt you because he's mad about you and really likes you." I didn't know what to say. All I could do was smile really big. Then I looked at you and thought to myself, "I like you too." I understand why we're not in a relationship yet. Let's wait for the right time, because I like how things are now. I know I'm nearly 18 and you've just turned 25, but age has nothing to do with it. I know you can treat a girl right and now it's me you're treating right and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. All because I have you. I really like you.

It's the truth.

I can't believe after all this time, I knew who you were through your brothers death, but never actually spoke to you. Now you're mine and I'm yours. You may be 25, but who cares. I like you and you like me. We keep each other happy. Staying in watching dvds, going out to the pubs, going to house parties. I always seem to have a smile on my face because of you. Just jumping in your arms for a cuddle makes me feel amazing and safe. You give me butterflies in my tummy.