I'm used to opening my own doors and splitting the checks, he introduced me, was always just a friend. Always falling for these bad boys, such a challenge. I'm getting tired, of cleaning up after them. You were such a surprise, an unexpected gift. Said I was pretty, and I believed it. Not really used to all this attention, told myself I don't deserve you and this is just a phase. Could I get used to, being loved the right way?

Oh love,

I think

I'm ready

to be a

woman...