“Unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.” - Elle Newmark, The Book of Unholy Mischief
-You really like me. Like really, really, really.
Don’t lie… because I’ve noticed.
-Yeah I really like you!
-Why? Quick, tell me.
-I don’t know, man…
The first time we met… when we spent the night talking…
I just got the feeling that you’re my friend…
My best friend…and always will be.
I don’t know…