Sat, Feb 2
... The friend coming home tonight?
As for
you... I don't know what to think anymore. Friends? Sure. Friends. I just don't know anymore. You know why I didn't want to talk? Because I can't talk to you when you're in that kind of mood. I don't want to talk to a detached face. I want to talk to a real person. And a real person, you weren't. Besides, I really
was busy, and couldn't talk anyways. But we'll see how we manage this. Friends? Of course. Always. And the future? Well... that remains to be seen, I guess.
infinite ||
abyss
posted at 1:18 a.m.