History Gets Written By The Winners.

She Still Felt His Gaze On Her Like The Brush Of A Finger Across The Back Of Her Neck, Making Her Shiver.

I’m Not Unsympathetic. But Do You Like Me? Because This Being Gay Business Doesn’t Mean You Can Just Throw Yourself At Any Guy And It’ll Be Fine Because He’s Not A Girl. There Are Still People You Like And People You Don’t.

Is This Some Manly Bonding Thing I Can't Be A Part Of? Are You Getting Matching Haircuts?

Memories Did One No Good, Not When One Knew The Truth In The Present

And Like Lambs To A Slaughter We Shall Follow.