Ruined | ✓

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There's a school dance this weekend. When I told you about it, you said that I should just skip the dance and go see you. I would, but Mom would be mad if she found out. So would Dad, he'd blow the roof off the house.

But you won't stop telling me to come see you, every second that you'll be here. I keep telling you no, that I won't be able to see you all the time, that I have a life.

You said that I was taking your love for granted, that maybe one that you wouldn't love me anymore and I wouldn't see it coming because I thought it'd always be there.

But that's what you told me before. That you'd never stop loving me. Was that true?