i don't really know how to tell you this, but our affair is over. i think i realized it when i threw up in your sock drawer in your car and i saw you hit on my father. i'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that your driving sucks. i'm returning your old new kids on the block blanket, but i'm keeping your collection of butterflies as a memory. you should also know that i never will forget that night and the apartment building is on fire.
warm tingly sensations,