My freshman year

by Jessica   Jan 9, 2008


My freshman year was a dream come true
I meant this guy
who seemed to be my romeo
kind, sweet, and a well dressed man.
One night he finally had the nerves to ask
hey jess lets go out,
I thought about
and asked a friend
what should i do?
i just meant this man.
Thought it was a dream
that would never come true
I thought our love was growing
and never would ever tear it apart
but boy was i wrong
he was jsut playing me from the start.
i gave him my everything,
and told him about my live,
i thought i loved him
and still do to this day,
He was my everything
and will always have a piece of my heart.

please help i cant seem to make it work out

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  • 16 years ago

    by halie

    Hey freshman year seems the same for me ... most the time it doesnt work...