Yes, there were a lot of things you didn't do, but you put up with me, loved me, protected me. And there are so many things I wanted to tell you when you return. But you didn't.
You know, that old « new neighbour » cliché ? The one where a hot guy/girl moves in the house next door or on the same street ? The one where the hot guy/girl talks to the antisocial/nerdy/weird/rejected/alone person and then… well, you know. I don’t need to explain what happens next. If you don’t know, well… you’ll see.