So before we take this road, before you change my mind, and fill my heart with hope, help me to believe this time.I’ve been torn apart, desperately tryin' to find a way back to my heart, so I can love again.
I chose him because he fought for me. He stood up for me. Yes the others I've met might have lavished me with all the gifts and stuff but he won the battle with just his heart. The rest might been there too, but he's there, he has always been there and I'm starting to love him. The others just dont get me the way he does. He's able to accept me the way I am ,the things I did and still do. Despite all my flaws he keeps telling me I'm perfect, I'm fine just the way I am. He took the time to read me, to understand me and to really know who I am deep inside.
Call me whatever you want, heart breaker, cheater, bitch or maybe slut. I don't give a fuck. You've to visit a few restaurants to know which one's the best, true? I am happy with him and that is all matters. ♥