He walks me to my bus, a kid walks up to him and looks pointedly at me.

"dude, u know her?"

he looks at me and says "yea," then looks back at the kid and says "but i've no idea who u are."

Two of my best guy friends walk down the hall. one of them is wearing a leather trenchcoat.

"dude, do u kno how many trees were killed to make you jacket?"

"no, but i know how many cows were killed to make your homework."

Purple is the color of dreamers

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.