I open my eyes and fumble for words awkwardly, "You were the first. That's what I meant. I was agreeing with what you said by saying I was the same..."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights