Last night was the first ever time I wished you were upset and things would go wrong for you.
He's a douche, you'll realize that soon enough.
For me, there would be no promises, no comprimise. Cause to me, you're perfect. I don't need to change you to be happy with you.
But fuck it. You always loved the assholes. So God bless. I need to walk away. And that fuckin' sucks, but it's not like you ever wanted it any other way..... apparently.
A mon avis, tu es parfait.