nelipot

you've just stormed out.

what do you want me to say? should i write this directly- assuming you will read it?

i don't blame you. i'm no picnic.

but i don't think this is better than the loneliness you're afraid of.

it hurts more to see you unhappy, i'm not worried over childish dreams of what could be.

there's nothing in me that can't mend.