She can't start over with someone else, because he will buy her food, expecting her to eat it, not knowing she is way too picky. He won't appreciate the way she mumbles, he will just ask her to speak up, he wont think the baseline between her neck and face is beautiful, he'll see the many knots in her hair and think, my god thats a mess, but ai think, My god she's perfect. he'll notice that she wears the same few t-shirts over and over. and probably pick on her for it, but i love it. i love the smell, i love her, I don't want his lips where mine used to go, i don't wamt his hands where mine are supposed to be. I don't want him to hear her god awful singing that i completely adore or get to hear her hood playlist and hear her rap every...