those girls who aren't your mother's daughters but are definately your sisters. the guy and girl who made you. those three cigarettes you secretly smoke before school. the ipod. and that one boy you fuckin regret letting go. the.definition.of.my.love.
to that one boy i fuckin regret letting go...
how am i suppose to forget you? your blue eyes, your cheeky smile, your warm hug, your caring kiss and your innocent love.