It's about time we climb out of the wreckage

When I was fourteen years old, my first boyfriend bought me this silver-dipped rose for $75 off the internet
It was our one-year aniversary
He told me "one day it will get really oxidized and look like an antique, all old and worn, the way you like it"
I just smiled and kissed him and offered him some stupid mix cd I had made him
I didn't deserve him
All I did was hurt him

It's been two and a half years since we've spoken
And I don't want history to repeat itself