Listen here do NOT call me Boo. That's what I call my cat, because she's just so stinkin' cute. Baby is not to be used either; I am not yours, I am not YOUR baby.
Second off, we've been talking for maybe two weeks. You do not love me, and I most certainly do not love you in the slightest bit. How could I? I know nothing about you; I made up what I wrote and went off of your appreance. (The only reason I wrote that Illustration was so I could get my poem.) You don't miss me. You've only talked to me a hand full of times, please grow up, you're 19 years old.

I am amazing, I know this already; and can say this without being cocky because I've been told so by others.

Don't bring up the Boo thing. You two know who you are.