But we've been talking all summer.
He understands me, and he treats me just right.
He doesn't care what I look like, he likes me, for me.
He makes me so happy,
He's helped me so much.
He asked me to date him on September 6th.
He told me he loved me on the 17th.
I love him so much.
He calls me "sunshine" C:
But I should know by now.
Everything good comes to an end.