I'm mad because I liked him. I really did and I didn't see this coming at all. I was beginning to feel...I don't know, not so horrible. I didn't want him to hold me up, I just...it was something else to think about, something nice. I'm mad because it hurt. A lot. I'm mad because I can't get past it either.

[He sighs.]

I thought I helped him already too but...I don't know. He's good, he's just good. If he needed me, I'd be there. I owe him that. He never seems to need anything though. That's all I can offer him. I won't bring it up again either. He seems fine.

I don't think a happy ending is in my future. I'd forgotten that.