I'm Liking That I Can Throw Any

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

When Is The Night Over? Is It The Start Of Sunrise Or The End Of It? Is It When You Finally Go To Sleep Or Simply When You Realize That You Have To?

I Wanted To Talk To Someone. But Who? It’s Moments Like This, When You Need Someone The Most, That Your World Seems Smallest.

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

She Doesn't Want The Boy Causing The Distinction Between "love" And "in Love