The sweetest ever

When I was little, I was a violent little girl. Okay maybe I'm still, just not in terms of actions. I used to hit boys with books. By that, I created enemies.
At that time, I thought the sweetest thing I heard from a boy was:
Don't worry, I'm here so he can't hurt you.

When I was in my first ever relationship, the sweetest thing I ever heard from him was: I'll be your first, and your last.

At my first break up, my sweetest friends were there. When I wanted to die, my very bestie was there for me to talk to. Even when one was far far away, she called from there, to make sure I was okay.

When I had a terrible argument with him, I was so down, so broken. And my very favorite bro asked me to talk to him. Tell him everything. So I did, briefly. He said, if one day I found out that he hurt you, I'll never let him live the rest of his life in peace.

The sweetest ever friends will remain. What was I afraid of? Losing them?

When you used to see each other two to three times a week, then suddenly not seeing for a month.

It seemed like I never left. I'm cutting down alcohol, but friends you can keep will always be there. They give you the most important updates because they know you care. They update, and make sure you don't miss out anything too badly.

I didn't want to bother you with these.

Hey friend. You never bother me.

What is the matter?
My phone and laptop screens are all bored at looking at me. I guess you are too, at me.

No I'm not.

I found myself easily satisfied by Wood's kisses. Haha.

You can do anything. But at the end of the day, show me that you care, show me your way of making up to me. Give me a two minute hug. Give me pecks. That would make up with the fact that I was unhappy, even.

Crazy, huh.