I'll be seeing you Saturday we both work the same shift. Same shift at a job neither of us wanted weird we ever even met. I'm dying my hair before then. You'll meet a new me with strawberry blonde hair just like my grandmother on my mothers side, her hair was strawberry. That's were I got my blue green eyes if you were wondering, but I know you weren't. I'll pretend everything's okay, cause it's going to be. Maybe not now but I can smile I can lie and I can pretend to be happy, honey what you don't know is I'm a pro at that. My new hair will help too. It'll make me feel like a new girl, one you never touched. One you never kissed, one you never slept with, one who you pretended to like. I'm starting to believe what my father always told me about guys only wanting one thing. He may have been the first man to break my heart, but you shattered it. So I hope you take a good look at me Saturday at 8:25 when we're both clocking in to the job we hate. I hope you take a good look as I smile and laugh with my best friend and talk about guys who aren't you. I hope you realize the old me, with pale blonde hair, is so far gone. This me, with strawberry hair, she's gonna be strong like my grandmother, she's gonna look out for herself, she's gonna be the one you want for the rest of your life but can't touch and baby I promise that.
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Love or heartbreak? Really what's the difference?
Storie d'amoreI have never been in love but I've never felt closer to it than when I was sitting in the middle seat of your truck with your hand on my thigh.
