There's a girl asleep by my bed. Her name's Sophie and she's the love of my life.
She doesn't know that. I've never told her, nor given her any clues. I've been careful. I've been diligent. I've been the biggest a$$hole the world has seen.
To her. And to everyone.
But after I fell sick, she came back and she's still here. I don't know why, if it means anything, what she wants from me.
I know I want everything from her but I can't ask for it.
Because I f*cked up, I'm probably dying, and it's too late for second chances… right?