No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.
call me Mocha // incoming Junior // I like food Amature photographer + Nikon user. Dancer. I like dressing up & travelling. I speak fluent sarcasm and badassery, as well as Filipino, English and French. Shower singer, doodler, bookworm and dancer at best. Hardcore Belieber and partially obsessed with Maroon 5. PJO, HP and TGH are love. I may be a little crazy. I'm not a bitch until you give me a reason to be.