“I’ve always contended that fairytale love does not exist. That I wasn’t born for you, and you were not born for me. I knew I liked you when I first saw you because you sat there, mysterious and brooding and because you happened to have a beautiful face. My eyes were the ones that liked you first. There were no fireworks, no heart race. I am sorry to disappoint you, but romanticism is lost to me as a foreign cliché. Call me a pragmatist, call me a cynic. And although the love I feel may not be the one you hoped for, just remember; I might not think of you daily but I think of you always.”
—Edgar M [4 - Take What You Can Get]
