I keep my eyes on the ground, blushing slightly, "I.. I'm not sure she'd want me to say. We don't know each other very well yet. I've only talked to her once."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights