That the person he loves, he never rescues, and the ones he says are not important, are the ones who deprive him from his sleep and who can always count on him?
Isn't it also ironic, that the one who you call best friend still keeps secrets, when you whole life is a crystal window that he can see through?
I hate irony. Specialy when it hurts.
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