I met you just over a week ago at a party.
I drunk too much and broke down in the bathroom. You didn't mind looking after me as I rambled on about suicide and s***, even though my boyfriend was around somewhere, and it should've been him doing it.
You said you fell for me that night, and I did for you.
I hate it, but I think it's best we stay away from each other from now on. I can't leave my boyfriend now, and you're just getting back together with your girlfriend.
So this is my confession: you give me that tingly stomach feeling that my boyfriend doesn't. And I'll never forget that night or you.