You are overflowing with confidence. How can you manage to stretch your arm in front of me to give a hand clasp like nothing happened? It’s as if there was really nothing wrong between us.

I mean, how do you do that? How dare you to do that?

Well I would still hope the best in you.

Let’s both admit, I’m too good enough for you and it’s a misfit. Sorry for disturbing you for a while and yea, you will never be able to see me again. Or if maybe we’ll cross paths, you’ll be just another stranger that I have to ignore and treat so cold.

Bye bastard. Kudos stupid ass.

When I’m not there, he’d kiss others. At least the ‘others’ pertain to shot glass and cigarettes. He loves alcohol so much and the relaxing thing he gets from fogging his lungs.

He’s a bad ass, a good-for-nothing ass.