I don't know how to say this.
'I'm sorry' is probably what I'm looking for, Tifa.
I have noticed the little things you do for me and what everyone else does, but I've got things to do, stuff to deliver and lots to sort out, and I can't be home all the time.
I also noticed you seem to think I'm finding out how to resurrect Aerith.
I'm not.
You're probably wondering what I'm doing with the manuscripts, then, aren't you, Tifa?
Don't say I don't know you well.
What I'm doing is searching for information on the spell she used on Meteor, to find out if it can ever come back, okay? Because I know you think Sephiroth is gone for good, but he never is.
There are too many cells in people now.
And there's another reason I'm not home so much; it's that…
This is the hardest part.
I don't feel the same way about you, Tifa, that you do about me.
Was that sentence clear? It looks like gibberish to me.
But I'm not trying to be mean, or in denial, or anything, because I'm completely and fully sure about this.
Because, you're beautiful, and kind, and strong, and intelligent, and so many other good things, but I don't love you like that.
And sometimes I think I do, you know, but maybe I just want things to be easy. And I know that I don't always have to take the hard path, but I'm scared you'll break if it doesn't wok out.
And I only think I do sometimes, and that's not the real, true, unbreakable thing, is it?
Love is total, unconditional, all the time, painful, wonderful, unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, and unbearable- and this is only painful, isn't it?
So now you know why I feel better leaving, slowly making you lose that love?
Because, Tifa, I'm sorry, but I can't take it, and I think you knew that all along.