I hope that his feelings hold out longer than the attention spans of the other assholes who got sick of fucking you and moved on.
I hope that you manage to grow the fuck up so that you can experience something that lasts longer and feels better than sex with a semi-attractive stranger in the backseat of your car does.
I hope that when the two of you kiss, everyone can forget about how I stained both of your lips and your hearts, and you can just pretend like I never even existed.
I hope that it's that kind of good.
