ME: okay... so ur going 2 a friend's house.... for four days.... and ur going to drink ginger ale.
HIM: yeah, that's about right. y?
ME: u concern me.

Your name only has to be mentioned and the floor goes out from under my feet and some cruel invisible being punches my stomach and people stare. see what you've done?

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.