| part of me wishes he would come up to me and tell me a list of one hundred things he loves about me and look at me the way he did the first night we ever even hung out before anything got messed up. and then i remember that even if he could list a thousand things he loves about me, he'd still be a liar and a horrible person and have treated me worse than ever before.
but part of me thinks i'd give in after #4 of the things he loves about me. |
