I know about some things that you’ve hidden or lied about, but you think that I don’t know about them. I know you love me, and you know that I love you. As strange as our relationship is, we’ve never expressed our love aloud to one another. But I know that you have secrets, and you hide them because you know that they will hurt me. You don’t know that I’ve read some of your messages that you sent to other girls. However, you never acted on anything.
I know you are a general flirt, and that all the girls want to be with you, and that they all wonder why you would be with me. You say that I’m different and special, and that I have a smart mouth, but don’t have an attitude. You say that I get jealous, but it’s called being territorial. There is something about you that makes me stay around. Maybe it’s the way you make me feel, or the way you look at me, talk to me, or show me off when people are looking. Whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop.