sckelly
I always thought that I was lucky. Until I met you. My life just seemed to pale in comparison. You coasted through on one night revision sessions and your well networked connections. It infuriated me. But I couldn't help but love it. They way you smiled when you realised that you had yet again got away with absolute murder.
It is a strange thing, to think about the past. The stories that arise, passed down from generation to generation, until all one knows is a jumble of words and gestures. Who knows what is true? We can only assume that the thing that is holding the stories together is the belief, the faith and the wonder.