I hate how you confuse me. You mess with my logical, reasoning, calculating self and make sure that hardly anything makes sense. No matter how many hours I spend thinking and planning you're just so damn unpredictable and hard to understand.
I don't even know what I keep doing wrong. Do you even know how long it took me to get ready for that? I spent weeks trying to make sure it would be perfect. Now I'm just wondering if you would even care about that fact.
Come to think of it, did you ever care? Or are you just like the first one who led me on and apparently laughed about my hopeless romanticism behind my back?
I guess that's always