*doesn't know what he expected to hear, but finds this strangely sweet for all that...* I've never really been a fan of tattoos. *glances at you (your unusual slightness, longer hair and a thicker beard than he's ever seen on you)* There's something about deliberately marring something beautiful.
Why did we break up?
*bites his own lip, thinking how easy it would be to place the blame, loose as his tongue is (you threw it all away)* *stands and walks over to the opposite wall, peering through the glass* I wasn't expecting it, either. But we wanted different things. Different futures. It just wasn't going to work out.