I was young, I thought I wanted her. She pushed me away to be kind… I’m sorry she said… u don’t know what ur looking at. I’m not pulling u into my living hell. No worries though, ur pretty cool and handsome. U’ll find someone eventually… she’s going to be a very lucky girl!…years later, here I travel with a mind and conscience as shattered as this mirror, telling any and every woman that passes with even the slightest interest in me the same thing…my kindness…my mercy… I’m sorry but no…u don’t know what ur looking at..