Let me make this clear: this is my story. Understand? This is your story.
Everyone is ordinary, because we are all equal;
and everyone is extraordinary, because we all have a story.
Falling in love with you was my own fault. Leaving him was my choice. You ask if I regret it. Why would I? I've always been a rational person. I think things through before I do anything.
He called me clever; I called him sly. We understood everything, yet never said it outright. That was the understanding between us, and also the crack between us.
“Where are you?”
“I know you don't like the snow.”
