I just want to understand. You said you loved me, you told me–crying on the phone, crying because you couldn’t be with me–you told me you loved me. Then, then when you could have me, you were uninterested. Worst than uninterested, you seemed to revel in causing me pain. It got to the point where I half expected to open the mailbox and find a polaroid of you banging some other dude chick and giving me the finger.
because sometimes you want to feel something besides lol
And over the light of that fire, you were still the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on.