I look up at him before standing infront of him, setting a hand on the side of his face, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. You saying you we're going to go kiss random girls kind of hurt me too, so you can't blame me for saying what I did."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
