I feel like I never even met you! You said I was your baby, your (very attractive) chick, your american honey. When we were dancing I never wanted to let you go. I was addicted to your natural, young, glittery smile. I liked your dad and sister, too.
OMG, you meant everything to me. Nothing hurts as much as you running and turning your back. I thought I (made) all the right moves. Time is ticking; I need you and hope this is only temporary. Can we try again? I'm tired of talking about bad romance.