I still wonder, always... How did you like me? You were the only one who knew my faults, my scars, my first love, my sharp tongue, my overly sarcastic and rude words, before you knew any of my charms, how were you able to always be with this mess?
I still wonder, always... How did you like me? You were the only one who knew my faults, my scars, my first love, my sharp tongue, my overly sarcastic and rude words, before you knew any of my charms, how were you able to always be with this mess?