I’m not his first, his last, or his only, but I’m praying that I’m his favorite. He might have cared for another girl before, & possibly will again, but I’m going to be the girl he cares for the most. He’s not perfect & I’m not either, but I’m going to be the closest damn thing he finds to perfect. He can make me laugh, & I gave him the most I can. He might not be thinking about me every second of every day, but I know I’m always in his heart. He’s gonna give me his heart, which I can break. And in return, I’m giving him my heart, that he can break. So I say, don’t hurt him & he won’t hurt you. Don’t change him & he won’t change you, & don’t expect me to give more then I can. Don’t over analyze, smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, & miss him whenever he’s not there. Because even though you’re not his last, you’re going to be the most memorable girl he ever gets.