there was something about him. the way i wanted to devour
every word that came out of his mouth. there was a sort of mystery. i never knew what he is going to say. i hate that. not knowing what someone is going to say. but with him, it felt right. it was never wrong, never something i wouldn’t have liked. i don’t know if he knew me so well that he wouldn’t dare offend me or he was like that, just the way i would have wanted. he was just the kind of person you never run out of things to talk about. it didn’t feel like an effort.
there was something about him. the way i just wished for some honesty. there was a sort of mystery. i never knew why he always tip-toed around me. i hate that. not being able to be vulnerable around people. and with him, it was always like that. it was never about getting through, always about running away. i don’t know what made him like that, was it me or was it his life, i would never know. he was the kind of person you never talk about intimate things to. it always felt like an effort.
Breaking The 4th Wall 