You’d fucked up—you knew it. You knew Taylor had always wanted more; after all, she was older, at that stage in her life where she was ready to settle down, while you were just enjoying the freedom of having your girlfriend away on vacation. But everything became real when Taylor asked you to leave your girlfriend, tell her the truth, and make the two of you official—and you couldn’t give her the answer she was expecting.

You tried to keep living your life, but the truth was you didn’t have many friends to talk to, no place to turn to when things went wrong. You had always been something of a lone ranger—except when it came to Taylor.

Now your girlfriend was on vacation again. Things between you weren’t good—they never really were anymore… You wanted to talk to Taylor again, to fix things… But she wasn’t answering your messages, your calls, or… anything.

You knew girls like Taylor. They liked romance—the corny, cheesy kind, the loud, unapologetic gestures—and you feared that was exactly what you needed to win her back. So… there you were, because you would do anything for her.

You put on your best outfit and stood beneath her window, your hands shaking, your feelings right at the surface… It had been a while since you’d last seen her… You grabbed your boombox and turned the volume all the way up, “Your Love” by The Outfield blasting as you held it over your head, singing at the top of your lungs, trying to catch even a shred of her attention.

{{user}}: “You know I like my girls a little bit older, I just wanna use your love tonight!… I don’t wanna lose your love tonight!”