Dear friend boy,
It was good. Wasn't it
Love,
The Girl, not your girl, just a girl that thought it was fine for a while to take you in in hopes that you might switch your mind to her side but then she opened her eyes and saw nothing but truth in plain sight and took her best friends advice to stay away for a while. The Girl that knew you were to good to be true long before the when and why were part of the song that she sang to you behind a bashful grin on a bed of roses and linens where love was designed now she thinks about you every time she walks in the sunshine. She remembers your eyes on that warm fall day when everything else fell away. Now she's running away, just like she did that day, down a rough road of clay and dirt. The Girl who thinks the earth, though it hurts, feels good and heals better than anything and everything should fall at least once a day to remind itself there is no "perfect for always."
