So what is this? What are you expecting from me? From you? From us? Is there even an us? I don’t even know what to think anymore. It’s like you’re waiting for me to make the first move, but while you’re waiting for me to make that specific move, you allow yourself to be around other girls, to make yourself a free man. How does that make me feel, must you wonder that at times? Don’t you think of how I feel? Don’t you know how I feel? I don’t expect you to be pitying me, because in theory you were never mine to start off with.