Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But I love you, in a really, really big hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.
That's what I dream about saying. I dream of him making that choice and actually choosing me for a change. The sad thing is, the minute you stop being a kid is the minute your dreams stop coming true. Being grown up means living in a scary, unfair world, where adults aren't allowed to have dreams anymore. We're just supposed to bury what's inside of us and hope that the world doesn't kick us in the ass too much.
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