I’ve always been the servant of a single master- and hell with all else. But I’m selfish, proud and possessive.
What can you do when the only person you actually give a damn about stops looking your way?
But it was still my fault.
But I was young and insane and jealous and vindictive.
And it was still my fault.
And it will always be my fault.
I have no excuse.
Mea maxima culpa.