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Cheating is NOT a mistake.
If you’re truly in love with someone, you will not be able to kiss someone else without tasting your loved ones tears stain your lips. You will not be able to take your clothes off for someone else without feeling like a field ripped bare to its soil. Cheating is a choice, its a choice you made because you obviously didn’t give a single fuck about your relationship.
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Do not tell her you love her if you are not ready for her to call you at 3 AM freaking out. Do not tell her you love her if you cannot handle her father or mother. Do not tell her you love her if you cannot love her at her worse. Do not tell her you love her if you only crave for her curves, not her mind. Do not tell her you love her if you cannot deal with her mood swings. Do not tell her you love her just to have sex.
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If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.
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Sometime in between moving into the dorm
And begging for an ID,
Somewhere in the middle of an 8 o’clock class,
And watching Friends on our 8 inch TV.
Sometime after the night you forgot,
With the guy you don’t remember.
Maybe before the five tests in three days,
Or the party every night in September.
Sometime in the car on the way to Iowa,
For the roadtrip of the year.
After class gets out with that gay TA,
After you finish the last warm beer
Shortly after you figured out,
This newfangled ‘e-mail’ thing.
And after you stopped dreaming about,
The fun a 21 ID would bring.
Maybe the morning after you pulled the allnighter,
But finally got the paper done,
Or maybe when you can’t remember,
The last Sunday night you had fun
Somewhere between the day you met your dorm roomate,
And you were sure you got one of the duds,
And the day 4 years later when she’s still your roomate,
And she’s one of your best buds.
Definately after you realized how lucky you are,
To have such a great group of friends,
And after you get that sick feeling in you stomach,
Wondering what will happen when it ends.
Maybe on the beach for spring break,
Hot sun, tan bodies, cold beer.
Maybe after you started looking for a job,
And your happy world turned to fear.
Soon after you discovered there’s just not enough time,
To do everything you should.
But not before you realized Thanksgiving dinner,
Never tasted so good.
Sometime after the day your parents came to visit,
So you were forced to make your bed.
Or the morning after a tough night at the bars,
And you can’t believe the things you said
Sometime after you enjoy the beautiful weather,
Though it means missing a class.
Probably after laughing on Homecomming weekend,
Watching old alumni drunk off their collective ass.
Somewhere between day one and year four,
The best years of your life were spent.
And looking back with a smile and a sigh,
You wonder where those years went.
You try to figure out who made you a victim,
Of the most serious crime,
You offer a reward for any information leading,
To the one who stole the time.
The day is coming closer, and closer,
Until one day it will be your last,
And someone is guilty of doing this to you,
The years have gone way too fast
Sometime when you were too busy to notice,
Happy as a newborn pup,
Someone came along and did the unthinkable.
Somebody grew us up.
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