With You.

You're my first love.

That's all I can even say.

You make me smile and giggle and...

And nothing has ever made me feel this way.

It scares me.

I'm scared I'll turn into her.

And that I'll become a monster...

I'm so scared that I'll give up on you,

Something I've thought about before,

And then I'll want you back and ruin you for the next girl you're running off with.

But for now, I'm happy

With you.

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