"If [he] happens to suggest a love based on trust and respect,

tell [him] I've been wasted since last week."

I don't think I'm ever going to get over first love. It smacked me in the face when it hit me. But now it's the kind of nostalgia that's incredibly bearable. Even kind of sweet, because I have all of these good memories that I can't seem to let go of. I don't want to let go of them.

I never thought he'd make me nervous.