...do you even think of me?
That despite the seemingly harsh words and taunting, I feel nothing but true affection and care. You always put up a mask, leave me clueless and more confused than ever. One time you're harsh than a stormy wind, another time you're sweet as a honeycoated nuts.
Do you really care for me? Or am I just making things up?
I wouldn't know. I might (never) know.
mr. brightside touched and rubbed my back, i guess it was his way of comforting me.
mr. brightside and i had lunch. just the two of us.