Dear my first love..
Dear you, I can remember as clear as anything the first time we spoke and I sort of clocked that it was different to normal talk. You used to make me laugh at my phone for hours, god how stupid I looked. Before I met you, I wanted to make sure you weren't some 50 year old pervert, so we skyped. I was so scared but all you were bothered about was the pot doll which was "looking into your soul." You don't have a soul. There's no doubt that you made me happy, you did. When we first met I was borderline sick and I phoned you and said I didn't want to meet you, sorry about that I'm not sorry. We did meet though.. after you slipped, fell on your arse and tried to act cool. See, I met you at a time when I needed someone, I needed a friend as corny as that sounded and maybe I did rush into it. M aybe we both did. I don't really understand why I always got the blame, why it was always me who rushed into it and it was all my fault. Because, why was it alway...