Never trust boys

Shucks, go away, all you despos who treat girls like... objects... like as if it doesn't matter which you get, as long as she's hot - you just want 'somebody to love'.

Then again, with you - only you - all I need is a whisper, or any form of affirmation... and I'm hopelessly, helplessly yours. Even if I knew the only reason you asked was because I happened to be the most plausible choice out of a... selection. Even if I knew you just wanted to know what it felt like. Even if I knew you'd probably have a change of heart three months later. Even if I knew that with you, I'd feel no security - I'd constantly be worried about the other girls you might happen to feel something for after a while, after the 'dating honeymoon phase' dies down. Because you're such a flirt.

Dating honeymoon phase - that's the term. The first few months - or weeks - where everything's sweet and glittery and fuzzy, where you're drunk, intoxicated with infatuation.

And then what?