sometimes I allow myself to steal a glance at you when you're working, but not for too long because every time I see that beauty mark on your collar bone or your smile that hides so much I am reminded of how I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me. we were so young and stupid, if I could go back in time I'd take it all back dear. these men, these men mean nothing to me. they are just surrogates for you. because you want him, he wants you and I want you, I am the remainder in this division. I thought I could handle...