Single-bastards

I kept getting the wrong feed back about the Canadian and the American. I mean, the incidents and people were real, but the passion, wasnt. was it?

It was being wrote to jot down my encounterment with a girl, the american, as a passerby, and of course, who eventually left my life. Adding in a bit of my imagination, and a bit of writting urge. where else the canadian, was completely unexpected.

that was some imagination huh? well, I guess us, single-bastards have a better idea of how it feels to admire and be admired (without being manipulated by any side). after being single for almost 2 years now, I kinda proved that aye?