You asked me about him.
I didn't expect it.
I was trying to avoid him actually.
And you asked me about our past.
I wanted to laugh and cry as you asked.
I did neither.
I played my part.
The part that I had shoved myself into.
I don't like my part.
But as you ask, I find myself hating your question.
Because the answer was yes.
But now the answer is no.
YOU ARE READING
rant, memories, and thank you's.
Randomjust a book where I can rant and tell my stories and say thank to the people that keep me from boredom.
