Why Did I Have To Meet You...
First of all... I'm in a long distance relationship with my boyfriend back home and I'm out at college 3 hours away. But I met you on Friday night. We were both drunk, but the second I saw you I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. We ended up meeting, and after that I didn't want to leave your side all night. You have the most gorgeous blue eyes ever, I can't get over how damn perfect you are.
I saw you again last night... we were attached at the hip, our arms around each other the entire night... Whispering to each other about how badly we wanted each other, and you told me about how the second you saw me Friday when you stepped inside, you were hooked and thought I was absolutely beautiful and telling me other sweet things. You could barely even look at me last night because you said it killed you because you couldn't kiss me and you wanted to because you knew I had a boyfriend. Yet... as much as I try to deny it and pretend it didn't happen, we ended up kissing. And I'm not going to lie, it was amazing. We both knew better and stopped before anything got too out of hand... We've talked sober, saying how we both want to be together but we can't. I hate myself for doing that to my boyfriend, regardless of the fact that I was drunk. I know I'm a piece of s*** and a total f*** up for doing that. Trust me, I know this very well.
But I wish I could get you off of my mind. I almost wish we never met.