Lies and Fairweather Friends.

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They say good things come to those who wait.

Monday, December 6, 2010 @ 10:57 PM

You used to be so amazing, you made me feel like I was the only girl. You said things that made my week, and it felt as though it was out of a movie or something. You ignored every other female, dude.. You were so different to everyone else in so many ways. Now you've changed.
I get that you've moved on and all but now you act as though we're acquaintances. It's okay, just I can't stop thinking about it.