I was sitting in front of him as he was on the floor begging me to help him. I was there in front of him watching his eyes slowly disappear. I always thought it was too easy for revenge. He was going to leave without feeling a quarter of the pain his love had inflicted on me. It was too easy for the fool that he is. But this ending, he deserved it. He played. He won. Unfortunately for him, I am a sore loser.

Par ce qu'une âme troublé Une rêveuse harassé Un paradoxe née Ne, peu que avoir un amat de brouillon dans ses pensées Bienvenue dans un univers où l'amour est le centre , la racine même des sentiments.