When he leaves, it's gonna hurt like hell and your gonna lay awake at night and tell yourself that you're never gonna get over him, and at first, you won't. His name will be a note that you can't unsing, and every single time you catch a glimpse of him in the corridor your hands will shake and you'll want to throw up, and you'll go home and cry yourself dry, but somewhere down the road your body will get tired of making tears about the same boy who doesn't even deserve them, and as the days go by your hands will start to shake less and you won't feel sick every time he kisses his new unlucky victim.
And baby girl I promise that you will slowly learn to love yourself.
