Now I know You read this.

Yes, I traced Your IP address...

DON'T JUDGE ME!

And yeah, the text I sent was a little creepy.

But You should realize by now.

ThatsMyStyle.Co.Uk!

However.

When I saw you.

I realized Your not the same guy I knew.

Your not You.

or at least.

Your not My You anymore...

Now, You have 2 options.

1. Accept me on FB, show You can forgive and forget.
2. Be the asshole I'm pretty sure You really are and ignore, then block.
3. Confess the fact You and I both know to be true.

I only gave You the first 2 options, since option 3 is for people with balls.

I have a background on my phone of the "Almost Lover" lyrics.

And I know that I'm over-romanticizing what happened.

But You felt for me enough to tell Me the truth.

So don't play it off like I'm the only active party in this pity parade.

At least I'm not living a lie.

I know who I am.

I admit to it.

.

.

.

When are You going to?

Big kisses, you retarded seal.