Although we may be miles apart, I will always try to heal your heart. I may not be perfect, I may not be ideal, I may not be a prince in shining armour, Nor a man made of steel. But I am a man of honour. I am honoured to call you my love, So this is for you, my beloved.
Hi there, it’s Sheheharaz ( pervy otaku on ff.net )
I eanted to share something I just came up with in English, and with my native being French, I hope it’s not going to be too clumsy. I think it is, but you are the judges, dears !
So, please enjoy and tell me what I should improve ^//^’
It was not as if everything was entirely his fault. Gilbert didn’t meant to be that mean to her — loosing had maybe made him a little bitterer, harsher, for sure. It had annoyed him; having been here for what seemed like forever, always there, always beside her, watching her and waiting for her to turn to him, see him like he was, that he loved her the way she was — he was too prideful to admit it to somebody else than Feliciano or his younger brother, though. I lost the girl, he often thought, I lost her like a fuckin’ looser, that’s so unawesome. Even better, it was to than annoying thigh-assed pretty face Roderich.