We went to school together. You weren't too fond of me because most people said i was a player. And they wouldn't be too wrong. You worked at a bookstore downtown. One day, I'm walking with my little sister, Emmy, by it when you walk out of it crying. My sister looks up at you and says, "My brother says pretty girls shouldn't cry," I nod, "She's right. Pretty girls shouldn't cry," then I lean in close to your ear and whisper, "So why is my pretty girl crying?"