When our eyes met, I knew I had to have you.

When our hands touched, I knew you were mine.

When we kissed, I knew I loved you.

When we hung out, well that was our friend side.

When I told you I loved you, your eyes lit up and you responded, "I love you too."

When our first month hit, I knew we would last a while.

When our second month came, I knew we deffinitely loved each other.

When our third month was here, I realized I just had to keep you.

When our fourth month hit my heart, I absolutely fell in love.

When our fifth month broke me, my heart was in a lot of pain.

When our sixth month came, I realized I was broken because I fell in love.

When our seventh month came, I absolutely knew I was going to be with you for the rest of my life.

A couple days later, you talked to my friends, hung out with them more than with me.

That just broke me even more, and not the good way.

When you betray me, it hurts like everything in this world just falls down from the sky and crushed me into my life.

And told me my destiny; I can never have true love.