regrets.

One word. Awkward. I'd never thought that there's even a more awkward situation than meeting up with a long-time self-imposed significant other warranting for a real hug. Yeah, there is. and I need not tell it for it might eventually lead to the formation under carnal knowledge and other sort.

Ugh. I should better start writing something else. I might even spill the beans in this most unappropriate circumstance. And that's the scariest part even myself could not handle.

Darn it. I guess Mr. Brightside should definitely be trusted.