You have to understand.


I was shy.
Eighteen.
And so in love I was ready to give up everything.
Only he wouldn't let me.
He broke my heart.
Pushed me away.


Now he's back.
He's a rock star, a bad boy, a total egomaniac, a tattoo covered rock god with naked women begging for his attention.
He has platinum albums, money, fame.
Everybody wants a piece of him.


Everyone but me.
Been there, done that.
My heart shattered into a million pieces when he left.
I'm still broken on the inside.


I loved him.
I trusted him.
And he ruined me.
Only a complete idiot would let him get close.


But when he touches me,
I melt.
My heart races.
I crave him.


Guess I'm not that smart after all.