To the boy who made me dinner.

To the boy who made me dinner. 

To the boy who made me laughed.

To the boy who smelled nice

To the boy whom I miss.

 

To the boy who made me dinner.

To the boy who listened.

To the boy who consoled.

To the boy who made everything fall into place.

 

To the boy who made me dinner.

To the boy who made me videos.

To the boy who walked me home.

To the boy who gave me presents.

 

To the boy who made me dinner.

To the boy who carried my groceries.

To the boy who asked how was my day.

To the boy who answered my questions.

 

To the boy who made me dinner.

To the boy who cancelled on me.

To the boy who broke his promises.

To the boy who raised his voice.

To the boy who is attached.

 

To the boy who made me dinner.

And on the days he didn’t make me dinner, he broke my heart instead.

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