27 junho 2013
Looking back, it was the thing in her life that shamed her the most: the times she was purposefully, calculatingly mean to him. It was those moments, and there had been many of them, that indicated to her that she was not a good person. At last, she could understand what she felt and all the stupid bullshit she couldn't handle. She got mad at him for many things, but it was always really for the same thing: that he possessed her love and she couldn't seem to get it back.
He didn't deserve it, which was to say he deserved better.