You have to understand. I was shy. Eighteen. And so in love I was ready to give up everything. Only he wouldn't let me. He broke my heart. Pushed me away. Now he's back. He's a rock star, a bad boy, a total egomaniac, a tattoo covered rock god with naked women begging for his attention. He has platinum albums, money, fame. Everybody wants a piece of him. Everyone but me. Been there, done that. My heart shattered into a million pieces when he left. I'm still broken on the inside. I loved him. I trusted him. And he ruined me. Only a complete idiot would let him get close. But when he touches me, I melt. My heart races. I crave him. Guess I'm not that smart after all...