I love my girlfriend. She has pretty black cury hair, the most beautiful big brown eyes you'll ever see and the brightest smile.
I am proud to call Sofia my girlfriend and I'm sure she is proud to call me her boyfriend. I love her so much. I honestly don't know where I'd be without her.
Sofia is always so proud to show me off to her friends and I'm always ready and willing to meet them.
Some of her friends I met were delightful, some I just straight ignored, some I didn't like, and some became to mean so much too me. How is it that I always seem to fall into that trap of caring so much just to be forgotten in the end ? It honestly hurts like hell.
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Forgotten
RandomHe use to be the one they all loved, but soon he was foegotten and replaced.
