"The first boy I ever kissed...ended up in a coma for three weeks." she said to me, the sadness was prominent in her expression. "I can still feel him...inside my head." she looked out the window and sighed. She then turns and looks at me and whispers "and it's the same with you..." I then looked at her. Her face was the picture of perfection, her lips parted, hope was imbedded deep into her sad eyes. I looked away, staring at the train seat in front of me, that was when I knew. I knew that she loved me. Too bad I messed it all up, too bad I was just her almost lover.