I don't.

I could start this in many other ways, but here it goes. You ruined it. The surprise I made it hoping it to be the real restart and you simply blowed it up. I made a really sweet thing for you, I knew the answer I was going to receive, but you talked to me as that day, again, as we were nothing, as it...
Fuck, then I had to hear someone saying: yeah, I made him do it, did you get angry? Because I really wanted you to get angry. Wait. Let me make it better...

~ x ~

I walked to meet them, as near I noticed his face was like shit. I knew he had seen it, he wanted it, so why? She was laughing as she told me he was mad. When I tought, pitty, it won't be as I imagined and I felt sorry for him. They kept playing, he made me feel as in our last farewell. I almost took my propose back. I was not really laughing, I wasn't happy because he said yes. I was angry, sad, I wanted to leave. At least he seemed to enjoy the whole scene. When finally away from them, I fell asleep, in an unconfortable bus sit, tired. Waking up, I had made my way till the metro station, I climbed down the stairs, bought the ticket and entered the vagoon. The alarm hang, the doors closed and it hit me, I placed my head between my arms and knees and tears rolled down. No old lady to talk to, nor a word the entire night, sweet dreams I said. Silence, again.