I could look at you all day. My eyes on yours. Drifting away, dreaming of what could be. I could trace the tattoos running down your back and your arm. Feel the rough skin on your knuckles that never heals. Think back to what could but never should have been. You took my heart. My soul and my body. And you crushed it. Caught in the cross fire it got ruined by you. I wish you were different. I wish you could change. But that's not love. Expecting someone to change for you is never love. But when we collided there was no thinking straight. No looking forward. Only you. And us. I wish I didnt meet you. That I looked at you and your obnoxious smile and saw past that. The facade that everyone got wrapped up in. I thought I was different... But that was before you. Before... everything. I'm sorry hardin

you're the one who's the most obsessed. hello you are very, dashingly hot, but you are overrated and your acting in the second movie was terrible.