I think about you—just you. Just you. It's confusing me but I don't think I hate it. I can't find it in myself to hate it. I really like spending time with you and you're one hell of a challenge. I know there's something bad in your life. "But if you need anything from me, I think I'll be able to give it to you. You might like to hide but I don't really think there's much mystery to you, Tae. I think there's just a lot of pain. And I think about it a lot."
Your way with words in PC is so poetic; loved it <<