It took me sixteen fucking years since my birth to know how world works... How uncertain life is and how quickly people change their colours... Each person is someone different painted differently from outside with hidden hatred stored in their hearts...
He was a sailor, He took liberty, Voyage felt lonely, He sought company, When he came home, His wife felt thrilled and happy, He made love, Gifted her HIV...
Bitterness leaves its fragrance for a very long time. You will always feel that the situation is still in you. Sometimes, even though it really has passed, and you are trying to start your life anew, you will suddenly feel its keen sting.