Peter,
That smile you gave me made me weak in the knees. The moment you called me sweetheart I knew you were trouble. I still couldn't resist it. At first you were a pain in the ass, but you grew on me. I don't know if it was your eccentric but caring father, or all those nights of late night paperwork or you standing by me while I found out the man I loved betrayed his country. Whatever it was you slowly but surely broke down those walls I had so carefully built around my heart. You finally got to the real me that very few get to see. I trust you with my life, but more important than that I trust you with my heart. I just want you. We have been through hell and back. We have a bond because of this. All the times if cried after a case hit home you were there. Every birthday that passed and I got a card from him you were there to hold me while I cried. How many times have you told me it will be okay when we both know it won't be. Even though I knew it wasn't true I believed it because I trust you. Whenever I tried to shut myself down and not talk you told me to talk to you, even though it usually ended in screaming from me you still stayed because you knew it was what I needed. Then she came. She ruined everything. I was finally ready to let you have my heart and you gave yours to the wrong girl. When I was over there, I saw you and Walter everywhere. You were the one to convince me to come back. I thought you were going to be there with open arms waiting for me. But you had your arms around her. You say you saw the differences but just brushed them off. We are so different. I lived as her. We are nothing alike. How could you have not known! I don't know how I feel. I don't want you to give up hope on us; I just want you to give me time. I still feel the same way I did I just can't get over the anger I feel towards you and her. Stick around and still tell me everything will be okay when we both know it won't be.
Olivia