You're back.
Yes, I admit, my inner goddess is in seventh heaven.
Forgive me if I mentioned too much of Anastasia Steele, I just couldn't help it, because I never thought of my love story was mirrored in a fairy tale. I'm her.
You were really a selfish person. I was mad. What had happened to you, I couldn't be like Ana to feel sorry for you. You left me clueless and made my own conclusion, but now you're here. How do you think this makes me feel? You always do that you know that. You left all the decisions in the world to me, then you'd walk away. Take no responsibility - "That's your shit." My shit.
Maybe it's how you play it. I don't get it.
I still haven't got a clue what you want from me. You could say everything confidently, but then at the end, it all boil down to me? Why? Because "someone" unexpected came up?
What? So that it would make you feel good now that everything is explained? So you paid your due and have no regrets in your deathbed?
Please, you haven't reached your point. Where supposed you're going? Tell me what you want from me. Free my mind.
If this is all you got, I guess this is it. You will never make it right.
