"My love for you is bulletproof but your the one who shot me." those words played in my mind and wouldn't stop playing. They still do today, I would do the normal things I always did like text her. But what she didn't know is I would do absolutely EVERYTHING so she is safe. From taking a punch to the mouth to taking a bullet for her.
Why I do this you ask? easy, because again: she... is... Basically... my... everything! Now I don't care if she doesn't love me. I don't care if she never talks to me ever again I still agreed to keep her safe. I may sound like a stalkerish creep which I've been worrying about but I am sure that this is enough.
