I hate seeing you hurt. I hate seeing the physical emotion you portray because of these douchebag guys. I don’t see why you let people walk all over you, cheat on you and so many other things. You have so much value, I don’t see why you let people take advantage of that. I love you, seriously. You’re amazing, and you tell me the best advice I’ve ever heard. You’re right about everything. You have been. You’ve been right about all my past ex’s, Sean, all of the douchebags I’ve been with. You tried to save me that weekend. That’s one thing I will never forget. Me, sitting on the couch and the floor, crying about what a bad person I am. I never let anyone in on those emotions. We cried together, whilst Sean and Chris were downstairs, trying to get me a glass of water. I’ve never been that shitfaced with anyone I didn’t trust before. I was the craziest moment of my life. I shouldn’t have done the things that I did, or drink the mojority of the vodka but I did, and you helped me through it. I won’t let anyone hurt you the way guys have hurt me. Trust.