Summary
I want you.
Life wasn’t that hard, but it wasn’t that fun either.
There wasn’t anything I really wanted that was given to me, that was going to be given to me, but
everything was already perfectly set.
Except for one thing, that man.
“You can blame me for everything.”
The man who had strayed into my boringly well-organized life whispered like Satan.
“You couldn’t help it. You can blame me for making you like that.”
That man was the only dirty, bad thing I had.