When I was young, my mother told me: Don’t you ever fall in love. It’ll only end in pain.
If only I had listened.
I always spouted wisdom.
Staying aloof, saying there was no such thing as love.
Merely an excuse for raging hormones.
I had more important things to do, like homework.
Then I met you.
You said the usual lines. Being so wise, I ignored them.
But still you continued.
And slowly… but surely, you won.
And chaos ensued.
It all happened so fast.
But not really.
Truth?
I enjoyed the recklessness, all abandonment of logic.
Every last second of it. And trust me, there were so many seconds.
So many minutes.
So many hours.
And so many days.
And now… All I have left is a stupid song.

“I love everything about cha. From your Pikachu sneeze to your scarred up knees, and how yah look so good in my favorite tees. Ohh, I love you, yes I do-o. I love your little giggle and how yah always wiggle. And oh how I a-dore-e your golden gleaming hair, and how when I need yah, you’re always there.”

See what I mean? It really is a stupid song.
That’s all I have left of those blissful months.
Because after that…
You took my friends.
My reputation.
You even stole my favorite phrase.
Seriously? Who does that!
But you know what I hate most?
That I let myself fall in love with you.
And that even after everything you’ve done to me, and everything my once-upon-a-time friends have done to me, that I still can’t hate any of you.
Because when I said I love you, I meant it.