Well, you're right, I did. I wasn't too proud of myself either. But no matter what else
you might be able to accuse me of, you have to admit I never lied to you about my
feelings - or lack of same. I guess I should have been more careful. I knew you were
getting more serious about me than I was about you, but I refused to admit it to myself.
If it's any comfort, I didn't want to give you up. You're a great lay, you know.
Yeah.
I still remember. Your hands, your mouth, always in all the right places. You drove
me crazy. But it wasn't enough.
Was it really enough for you?