Dear John,
The Story of Us goes all the way Back to December... when we saw Sparks Fly, and you were Mine. I'm still Haunted, but its Better than Revenge. I was Enchanted to meet you, and now I'm just an Innocent girl crying on her way home. Don't wait to reply, Speak Now. You'll Never Grow Up, all you'll ever be is Mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life. I never thought we'd have a Last Kiss. I never imagined we'd end like this.
Long Live,
The girl in the dress </3