2 years
ago;
i met
him;
we fell crazy in love.
But we never dated.
I hurt him before it ever started.
He moved on,
I moved on.
We left each other so often, we lost count.
We stopped talking.
And when we did finally talk,
things weren't the same.
Doesn't sound so fairytalish right?
It's because real love isn't a fairytale.
It's not like in the movies.
Real love is when you're not afraid to hurt the other
person.
Because you know that no matter what happens,
the love yall share, will always REMAIN.
He's my best friend.
He understands me better than I understand
myself.
I love him, and he still loves
me.
And last night;
he said, you're sti l l
my favorite gi
rl.
you'l l always
be my number one.