ex-girlfriends

not mine, of course, but my boyfriend's. Brittany. I've met her once and i knew of what he's told me that i wouldn't like her. she texts him in the middle of the fucking night. who does that?! i want to bash her head into a wall. LET GO WOMAN! he doesn't want you. he didn't want you to begin with. you guys were young, get over it. i'm sorry you blew your chance and he left your snaggle-toothed ass. don't text him, don't call him, don't write on his facebook wall, don't think of him. he.is.with.ME.
thanks, i will be calling tomorrow to inform you that you are worthless to us and you will stop this shit NOW. 
best regards, 
south carolina women

when you are holding me, i feel faint. when you're upset with me, i can't breathe. being with you is like falling, the trip is simultaneously wonderful and frightening and if it ends, i'd die. you mean everything to me Jason, and i want you to know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. as much as i cry, as much as i screw up, you stay by me. i want this for the rest of my life. i know that we're young but when has that ever stopped anyone? who says that we can't make up our mind at our age?