i intended to come into your concern by slapping loudly the door of fridge. wanted you to ask me about breakfast and wished you could be brave to protect me from getting wet in the rain to buy breakfast for me. this' a little selfish and caricious.
but i think you're supposed to know that what you've done isn't forgiven easily by me, i don't know why you become so nice; even so, there is one thing i can't let it go that is i can't trust you anymore.
