it was a paper with a manga on black and white. until you came along and spread color on it. our story was going well until i realized we were looking at it in different genres. yours was romance and mine was pure adventure.
i lost a friend against the major irrationality of humankind. a resolution became impossible.
how i wish feelings could be erased. for truly, i need a friend more than i need a lover. and no one can ever play both when they’re a friend before they’re a lover.