The little things I cooked and the big feasts you threw for Christmas,
The subtle moves I make in your presence, and the the noticeable waves you make to the paparazzi with one arm on my waist, smiling as if nothing had happened last night,
With the broken canvas and shattered vase on the wooden tiles, the analog clock no longer flashing its lights.
I had always tried my best to please you, and asked Gareth Bale to teach me how to make homemade Welsh cakes,
Yet you were still unimpressed, even if I had burnt my hand and almost burned the kitchen down because I had studied recipes until five in the morning the previous nights.
I remember you complaining whether I had other dishes to bring out onto the table other than those greasy, disgusting Welsh cakes, or something along that line.
Well yes, Aaron -
I do have another dish that I was saving that up for when your parents visit us,
And even when I showed you my Tatws Pum Munud last night, you pushed it off our dining table with a face of loath.
So how about this, Aaron -
You can go eat shitty cup noodles with Alyssa Florent.
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why didn't I update
well blame my professors
can someone give me a shoulder to cry on with tissues
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57 Reasons to Break Up | Aaron Ramsey
FanfictionIf you ever need a reason to break up, here's 57 valid and invalid truths and lies for you to tell; told to an Arsenal player by a short girl. © propensity, 2014-2015. Cover by @footbaII.
