Well, I was planning on turning up last minute. But I had this feverish feeling I would really kill him in front of the world.
After all this time I wasn’t motiveless. Genuinely I knew you weren’t ready for something serious. What I wanted was to be different, different from how you saw others. Something you might actually act upon. Everyone’s saying that feeling would go away. But it’s like a ball of burning oil stuck in my throat. And every time I hear about him, it’s going to get worst.