Gods, man, you could hold a grudge for a thousand years, couldn’t you. Even after all those times I’ve made you come so beautifully, and whispered sweet nothings to you, and kissed you for hours, and invited you dancing—nothing’s ever going to balance out the fact that I was a stupid little idiot when I was fifteen and I did everything I could think of with tuppence worth of wit just to make you notice me. Fuck’s sake, and then you with your pockets full of grudges have the gall to sulk about forgiveness! You may well be the worst person I know.”
