you met at the age of twelve, and she was flirting with your brother the whole five minutes you were next to each other.

you met again when you were fifteen and she had a migraine so you offered her an Advil.

you didn't realize she was- at fifteen- a messed up druggie when you gave it to her.

you didn't realize she'd take five.

you met again at sixteen, but she was infatuated with your brother yet again, and you were in love with his beautiful girlfriend.

you met again at twenty-one and found her downing Jack Daniels.

you had a one night stand.

she got preggos.

she killed the baby in a heated cat fight with your best friend's girlfriend.

they became best friends.

you met again- this time at your brother's wedding to her best friend, the one you had been in love with- and had another one night stand.

but, being the romantic prince charming that you are, you stole her cell phone and made her come and get it.

you're married with four children.

she feels s u f f o c a t e d.

you feel h a p p y.

you feel s a d that she feels s u f f o c a t e d that you feel h a p p y.

you are so twisted.

you are in love.