Both of us wanted you. It's been that way since the very first day. The memory of immature girls listening and giggling about your conversations with other people. Only wishing that one day you would look our way.
For years now, we've gone back and forth like a teeter-totter with the idea of wanting you. That's one thing that's never changed. Neither of us could deny our feelings for you. But she screwed up. Why would you give her another chance to break your already half-broken heart?
I never knew how you felt. You were the shy boy who never let anyone in. I can understand that you had put yourself on the line, only to be pushed off the edge. Maybe that's why you act bitter. But I can handle that. All you have to do is let me help you.
