"Do you two know each other?"
We know each other, of course we know each other...after all, who could forget their childhood friend who was not only their first best friend, but their first love as well? Not me, that's for sure! And now, ten years later, here we are: face-to-face once more, seeing how well the years had treated each other; I was still the little kid who loved being unique, finally living my dream through dyed hair and my guitar, and he was still the same old Luke: the boy who was sweet to the freak, had the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen in my lifetime, and was just...just so Luke. It's too bad that I ruined the whole thing, the pure relationship I held with the boy who stole my heart right from under my nose, by leaving without every saying everything I felt. So when I see him glare daggers at me, soft kissable lips pursed into a grim line, I can't find it in me too blame him; he wasn't the one who walked away, he wasn't the one who left without a word, he wasn't the one who broke everything. It was me, always me.