I suppose I can't
complain. After all, I never even told you my real name.
But I
doubt I knew yours either, so we're even on that count.
In
fact, I'm pretty sure that "I want you" was the only honest
thing you ever said to me.
How did this happen? Wasn't there a
point when you smiled at me and I didn't question your motives? When
you talked in your sleep, were you honest, or was I just
dreaming?
You offered once to let me unburden myself.
But I
never got the chance to tell you...
And now there's so much
blood...