'Love' is a four letter word. Its anagram becomes 'evil' if you switch 'o' for 'i'.
She's a living cliché. You know the type of girl who scoffs at romance stories and scowls at pretty boys who smile at her.
She's a walking cliché, all trying to be mature and all-knowing like she knows it all.
She's a cliché because she doesn't want to be in love. Because why does everybody want to be in love?
She's the stubborn cliché.
And then here comes a boy with the bluest eyes and the silliest of grins and he's the type of boy you can't resist. Like really can't because he's funny, sweet and he says all the right things.
Dangerous boys that kind, they'll break your heart.
And yeah, she's a tragedy because she falls in love with Mr. Perfect and Ms. Cliché forgets why she doesn't want to be in love.
You see when you fall in love, your brain cells die and your heart becomes your brain. You just blush, giggle and cry.
And here he is Mr. Perfect, all wonderful and amazing.
Then he breaks her heart.
Ow, ow, ow, like a punch to the stomach. She'd rather get a sucker punch then to hear the words "I don't love you".
Love is a four a letter word. Jumble the letters around, change 'o' for 'i'.
Love is evil, evil, evil.
She knows that now.