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Stephanie and Jason were the happiest couple alive. Or so it seemed. They did everything together, not caring about what other people thought.
Remember when it was you and me.
And nothing could ever come between,
The love we had for each other.
When the sun went down,
We’d act like clowns,
Nothing ever mattered.
But then it all changed.
Stephanie came up with plenty of analogies to show what her and Jason’s relationship was like. They were like pans and cakes. They were like ice and cream. They were like Spongebob and Patrick-if they were to be together in a romantic sense. You couldn’t have one without the other.
I was the cookies, you were the cream.
I was the ice cream, you were the . . . chocolate syrup.
But now I’m alone, all on my own,
Trying to get over you.
Jason had been acting very . . . distant. He stayed out late at night, coming home drunk. He often had this perfume smell to him, which was strange, because Jason hated perfume. Finally, Steph had had enough and confronted him.
You left me for a stripper in LA.
You told we’d always stay the same.
But the sweet talk was all lies.
You ignored my pleas and cries.
You told me I could . . . die.
Jason left Stephanie all alone, and she honestly didn’t know what to do. Even though he cheated on her, she couldn’t get over him. She still loved him in the depths of her heart even though she knew the feeling wasn’t mutual.
I was the cookies, you were the cream.
I was the ice cream, you were the . . . chocolate syrup.
But now I’m alone, all on my own,
Trying to get over you.
One day, Stephanie was walking around town, tears rolling down her face. It had been two months, and the pain didn’t hurt any less.
“Hey, are you okay?” A guy asked her. He had warm, hazelnut brown eyes and soft, hazelnut brown hair. She shook her head, breaking down. He invited her to his house and took care of her. After a while, they developed feelings for each other, and this time, the feelings were mutual.
It was Stephanie and Matthew against the world, and everyone was okay with that. They got married, had kids, and were happy and content being with each other.
I got myself a new guy.
My future’s looking, quite bright.
I heard the stripper left you for, another man.
But honestly, I could care less.
I am the cookies, he is the cream.
I am the ice cream, he is the . . . chocolate syrup.
But now I’m not alone, not on my own,
I’m finally over you.