This is what i would say to my jacob, if i can even say he is mine.
How do i even start off, do i start off saying that i dont know how to start off,or do i pour my hart-, hart out,that first word, i dont know anymore..Because with you, nothing is the way it seems, of the way it was before. Everything changes even the way im supposed to write this, you've confused me.
OK,, i think is this part where i pour my hart-, hart out right?? if not. im going to sound.. odd. but who cares now? not you. u wont even read this my love.
ok here i go, keep me from falling.
I meet u on a saturday, on the first saturday...
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