So what happens next in our fairy tale? for once i don't feel like the author. this love is wildly out of control.

HER: don't tell me you love me unless you mean it, cause i might do something silly like believe it.

HIM: i would never hurt you.

**please tell me**

HIM:Oxes!
ME: ???
HIM: you know, oxes, oxoxoxoxoxo
ME: awwwwwwww
HIM: hugs and kisses! gtg

HIM: opposites attack!
ME:opposites attract, not attack. and ???
HIM: that's what i meant. we're opposites, and we attract.
ME: *speechless*

Don't say those sweet things to me unless you mean them, because they'll just hurt more in the end.

I tried to make him laugh by telling him of the story where i tried to fit as many french fries as possible in my mouth. but then he went on to say he would watch me next time i ate a hot dog. later i pondered
i don't like hot dogs
i sure can pick 'em

These tears spill down my face
and burn these open wounds.

So i went to a dance,
and danced with a boy.

but then i saw him in proper light
and blamed the darkness.

I asked for a fairytale
and wouldn't you know it,
my dream came true
when i least expected it to.

If i hate you the way i say i do, why does my heart stop when i look in your eyes?