We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
Shade is… I don’t tell you you’re ugly, but I don’t have to tell you because you KNOW you’re ugly and that’s… Shade.