He was my second love and he was the best

He showed me how to fish and he treated me like a guest,

He smiled at me all the time and held my hand

whether we were in the car or lying on the sand,

We met in front of the church doors

and later found out that he shared my number four,

He was my perfect match,

my lucky charm, my everything, my best catch,

But it didnt last at all,

when I didnt get another call,

My luck ran out and he didn’t want me

so, I was left alone, horny, sad, and devestated as could be.

I didnt know what I was to do,

I tried to get happy and move on too,

but for some reason I kept gravitating back to him,

he was like a flame that never went completely dim,

So, now I stuck here,

kissing him and hugging him wuth fear,

The story continues … I’m still in fear