We were two straight lines that were never meant to meet, yet we crossed paths again and again. Just when I had decided to give up, I grabbed on once more and refused to let go. I asked you why you kept doing this, but you could never answer. This time, I’ve decided to leave you. Goodbye. Maybe we’ll never meet again.
Ha, fate sure has a way of playing tricks. After that night, I got pregnant. Yes, it’s as melodramatic as it sounds. We still couldn’t escape each other, and the funniest part is that the older the little brat gets, the more he looks like you. I gave birth to him all by myself, yet in the end you got all the benefits.
