The love of my life was a sweet and loving man, but practically incurious about me. The books, films, video games, stories, that made me who I am will probably remain untouched on his shelves forever. He once said we are the same person, but how could he know?
when you realize that the most many men do for one woman is the bare minimum your friend does on a random Tuesday at 3pm just because she loves you and wants to see you