with one, the heart can learn to cope with two, well...things are so much worse with three, its nearly impossible with four, i'm dead. so really, its to nearly impossible. why cant things be simple? dont you remember you told me you loved me baby? haha ofcourse you do. just dont admit it. think about what your NEW GIRL would say! and you, well you will never realize what you mean to me...i cant make you understand. only because you dont want to. and last. you. ive told you how i feel, over and over. i cant stop feeling this way, but i've tried so many times. it seems to me that no matter what your response to my confession, i will never be able to believe you. quite the smooth operator.