Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Prologue
Don't know how much longer
That I have to put up with everything
I've been hiding all the truth inside my heart
Everytime we met
Everytime you turn to face me
Though I look indifferent
Do you know how much I have to force myself?
Can you hear my heart calling you, loving you?
Kate,
All these days, I had been forcing myself to hide this feeling. Everytime we met, my love to you grew stronger and stronger. Three years I had spent with you was really, really, wonderful. When I started to "work" at the precinct, I really enjoyed every seconds there. I loved bringing you coffee, I loved staring at the murder board and building up theories with you and the boys. And when you phoned me everyday just to inform me that we had a body, my heart jumped instantly. It was quite an irony though, how happy I was to hear the word 'murder'. But I owed those bodies, because they link us together.
We nearly died together, for so many times. We were once frozen in each others arms, we also once became a hero of New York City for saving thousands of innocent lives from a dirty bomb. I felt like a Superman for one day—which was awesome-, but the most thing I love from that day was I got to hold your hands to reassure you that everything is gonna be okay.
People might see me as a famous author, but you saw me in a different way. The first time we met, you didn't scream and ask for an autograph in a certain body parts like anybody else, although I knew that you were a big fan too. You acted like a normal person, and that's what I love from you.
One day when I was going to Hamptons, you seemed upset. I know, when you said you had something to tell me, it was not as simple as 'have a great summer'. I know, you were going to say something, but then you were interrupted by Gina. And when I got back, you were angry. You had the right to be angry, and I want to say sorry for that. And also thank you for taking me back to the precinct. Although I know that you intentionally let me win that bet.
When we were in LA, finally you let me drive. Even though you were a cop, you didn't look like one. Female cops were known with short hair with boring outfits. Not like you. You were very gorgeous wearing sunglasses, on a red Ferrari, with me. We looked like a couple, and I wish we were one.
Things were okay, until this May 16, 2011, when our beloved fatherly figure was shot by that son of a bitch Lockwood. I want to say sorry because I had to drag you out that hangar, because if I didn't do that, you would die. I couldn't see you do that, and I wouldn't forgive myself if I did.
In Captain Montgomery's funeral, I was very honored to be involved. At least, I could do something to honor his death. You were right, our Captain died as a hero. When you were delivering your speech, and you glanced at me. I know what you meant.
And now, I am here. I am sitting at the hospital, waiting for you to come back alive. I didn't manage to safe you in time. You were shot, at a funeral. Gosh, that was the biggest mistake I've ever made. If I had realized that the glimpse I saw was a sniper earlier, you should not have been here. All of us shouldn't have been here. Now, you were having a surgery and all I can do is wait.
If this was our last time to meet each other, at least I've let you know my feeling. You're very special to me, Kate. I couldn't live without you. I hope these three words would never be a cliché, because I said it with my heart. I love you.