I wish I could fuckin' say that I feel better for having gone.

But I don't. It hurt, it hurt a whole damn lot, and what do I have to show for it?

Absolutely nothing.

I'm going to see him.

I'm going to Port fucking Royal and seeing him. What am I, a complete idiot? Have I lost my goddamn mind? I must have, if I actually was stupid enough to arrange to meet him there.

Will he remember, if I go to his dreary island in his Atlantic Ocean, who I am? What... what he fucking means meant to me ( Read more... )