"please, just at least hear me out" I begged desperately. I was begging for you, just for a chance to be with you.

You didn't want to be with me, all because I was only 17 and you're older than 18, so you thought it would make you look like a child predator.

We were standing in the kitchen of your home in Alexandria, you leaning against the fridge with a cigarette between your lips and me on the other side of the kitchen, begging for love that I knew I possibly may never get in return.