/fuck/.

I wonder, sometimes.

my life, my pride is broken.

for a man so adept at killing, his eyes were remarkably soft.

what could have been. fuck.

it  wasn't  his  fault,  it  was  my  fault  for  letting  him  go,  it  was  my  fault  for  letting  him  go.

if you and i had met under more peaceful and carefree circumstances， i wonder how well things would have gone.

i get mean when i’m nervous like a bad dog.

but there’s one thing i ask you not forget. i am always on your side.

i’ll be better than i was. i swear. i swear i’ll be better.

as for myself， i am splintered by great waves. i am colored glass from a church window long since shattered. i find pieces of myself everywhere， and i cut myself handling them.

i couldn't touch you without ruining you，so i didn't touch you at all.

i need you to be happy. i need one of us to be happy.

i’m beginning to understand myself better now. entering a more knowing phase. and i know that i remain my own worst enemy, but i also know that i am my own savior.

the time we had together we stole. i cheated fate to be with you. we shouldn't have had that time together, but we did. and i wouldn't change that for the world.

how can i write about her? she could charm angels & devils.

our goodbye was written into the stars the moment we said hello.

/ and you gave me space to make a million and one mistakes i couldn't find my way we set all our memories on fire /

// Clintaly shipping still alive and well in 2026