Oh my, it's almost a year.
The whole damned YEAR!!!!
The 'he' thing, the pseudo-hero has shifted, but it's all the same.
I'm outta everything.
The situation is rather tough: he loves her. The girls who told me that awful grusome sannheten, my executioners, have put an unbearable emphasis on this word: loves. Loves, loves, loves.
He fucking LOVES her.
She doesn't love him back but who cares?
