I'm sorry it just...
It's just so much.
- in my stomach -
And I hate feeling so much.
And
it just...
it feels like it could've been the start of something.
I mean it feels like it's the beginning of a different year
doesn't it?
a year where things work out
a year where we'll be less alone.
It feels like we're still young, and we can still believe in romance
(in this wonderful, complex yet natural romance)
and we can be the lucky ones today.
It feels like
we could really do this
couldn't we?
come on couldn't we?
please?
And at the same time
it feels like an inevitable conclusion.
A sparkling red date in late May 2012
when none of it will last anyway.
I think I've just been trying to convince myself that
I don't even like you
all that much.
I hope it's working.
It probably isn't.
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