~I do not own these names~.
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I couldn't help but stare. I wanted that cookie at the coffee shop so bad, I just didn't have the money. It was tanting me and telling me to spend my bus fair money on the cookie. I think I even stared to drool I'm my long black hair. Suddenly a guy stood in front of the cookie I was eyeing. I groaned "what the hell man I was just beginning to think about the cookie dipped in warm milk" I thought. Not only did he stand I front of it....but he got it to. That just ruined my day. A cute guy stands I front on my cookie and takes it away from me it was like the cookie was explaining all my relation ships but the cookie was a modifier for a girl and the cute guy standing in front of my cooking was well... My cookie/ the asshole that I was in the relationship with.
To be honest I think I'm just a hopeless romantic. Whetting for the right cookie to come along.
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