I went to go see her. I'm glad I found her when I did. She was sitting on her bed sobbing, and listening to Taylor Swift. She'd finally gone off the deep end. I promised myself I wouldn't ever let this happen. I didn't know she cared about him this much. What the hell did I do? I need to get them back together. I don't want to see her like this. She needs to be with him, even if it kills me inside. All I care about is her happiness. When she's happy, I guess I'm happy too.
[ｆｅｗ ｄａｙｓ ｌａｔｅｒ]
I'm sitting with her, and her arm is around my waist. My head in on her shoulder, cuddling close to her. She's smiling, and that's what I love. I guess it wasn't that she was upset over him. God, I love being with her. I love holding her hand. I love calling her mine. Her boyfriend got arrested for underage drinking, so.. That happened. Turns out she thought I didn't want her and that's why she was upset. But she looks happier than ever now, and it makes me so proud that I could do that. Damn, her lips are soft against mine. I was missing out before. I love the way her bare skin feels against mine, sending shivers up my spine. Could this be any more perfect?
