Our first. I hope it'll be our last.
My eyes are trying to hold back an uncontrollable stream but I can't take it. It just pours.
There's a lump in my throat - like a weather forecast.
A quick prediction of instant pain.
... I lost something already so strained. I just don't want to lose you so badly right now.
I love you and it's been two days.
I just don't want to hurt her as a friend either...
I'm sorry my syg.