Number one. You disgust me. Sorry I never told you that before but I guess that would explain my attitude towards you. I think your need to act like a know-it-all just pisses people off. And you wonder why you have no friends. The only kindest act I think I have ever committed was pretending to be your friend. After all, I have been told before "Nobody knew who the fuck he was until you started hanging out with him". Your crummy little posts about me has finally reached breaking point. Honestly, I am "heartless" after all, do you think I really give a flying fuck what you put out there to your readers of I don't know... 2? Oh and it's sad how you have to tell my friends how I've changed. Let me put this across to you. Clear cut. You can carry on with your pathetic Shakespearean play of growth and maturity. But don't you fucking touch her. Don't fucking even come close. Fuck man, don't even try. She may not be mine... I'm sorry, she'll never be yours.

Number two. I don't know what to do with you. How dare you say you love me. It just isn't funny anymore. You're not the only one that sorry you can't trust me. I am too. I'm sorry I shouted at you last night. I'm sorry that my words are cheap. I'm sorry you don't think I'm serious. I'm sorry we think so differently. I'm sorry I'm nothing like your exes. I'm sorry you have so much doubt. I'm sorry you keep pushing me away. I'm sorry it's so easy for you to just give up on us. Please don't make me sorry for loving you.

It's a fucking ache in my facial muscles, yet it holds so much surface significance.
Surrender?
Never compromise?
Even the greatest pretender gets tired of smiling.