Since we’ve started talking again, I have been pleasantly surprised. You were nothing like the way I thought of you, which confused me. How come I never agreed to go out with you? Surely you are very kind and anyone would be lucky to have you. Today is when I realized why. You’re a fucking liar. And what do you lie about? Little things. Things that would really matter, accept that’s the point. Because everytime you like to me I lose a part of our trust. The reason why it never worked it because we had to trust. Now that we’ve started talking again, we had a bit. But you had to go and break it now. Didn’t you.