I Figured If I Played Nice, I’d

Speaking Of Which, Would You Like To Explain To Me How You’re Alive

That’s Why It Was So Impossible To Tell Him Goodbye — Because I Was In Love With Him. Too. I Loved Him, Much More Than I Should, And Yet, Still Nowhere Near Enough. I Was In Love With Him, But It Was Not Enough To Change Anything; It Was Only Enough To Hurt Us Both More. To Hurt Him Worse Than I Ever Had.

Funny How It Kept Hitting Me, Like Each New Thing Was A Surprise. When Was I Going To Stop Being Surprised?

Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

I Have To Step Out For A Second. Don’t Do Anything Funny While I’m Gone.