I met him, I didn't want to meet him. I didn't plan it. It just happened. I was on my way back home, and there he was walking down the street wish his friends. He stopped, he hugged me and then I punched him in his stomach and told him what a jerk he is.
We stood there, on the sidewalk, for what seemed like ages. I shouted at him, told him how much he had hurt me, how much he had brought me down. I saw the pain in his eyes, I saw how bad he felt and then he kissed me, there was passion, there was love. It was love. Real love. And then he said the three small words that would melt any girls heart. But it made me sad. I don't know if I can believe what he said, I don't know if I should believe what he said. I love him, and he knows it. And I stand by that, because I always have loved him and I always will.