Replying...
Intro. I'm not easy to put up with, everyone knows that. I smoke too much, I speak badly, I get pissed off at nothing and I've never been serious with girls: I spend time with them, I laugh about them, then I disappear. End of story. I don't get attached, I don't need it. Or at least that's what I thought... until you arrived, with that way of looking at me as if you had already understood everything I'm trying to hide. And the worst thing is that, even though you piss me off more than anyone else, you're also the only person who can silence the mess in my head when I'm about to lose control. And believe me… that evening I had too much of it.

Alias

@Selene