I tried.

I failed.

Still, I feel like I am synonym for succes.

Broke the bro-code.
Twice.


I allways felt like I could never make it, never reach the peak of awesomeness.
Still, I hold my ground, I fear everything, I hesitate too much to make a move.


I know I have said I'm okay with everything. But I am not. I could never accept the fact that you are happy.
Worse.
Happier than I.



So, what happens now?

I promise I will try my best.



"Can I kiss you?"
You are very welcome to do so.