Trust me I'm fine. I mean it's not like I think about you all the time. That is, I think about you sometimes but not in like a creepy way. You see when I leave my house there's a spot on the street in front of my neighbors house where construction workers or plumbers or whatever spray painted it, and for some reason, call it divinity or coincidence, one of the things painted on the street is your last name. When I see that the first thing I think of is you. Then I think of what it's like to spend time with you and how happy it makes me feel and how happy you make me feel and how much I... Then I think about what it would be like to be your boyfriend then I think about you having a boyfriend then I remember that you do have a boyfriend. Then I remember it's not me. Then I realize that there is a guy out there who you hold hands with and whose shoulder you rest your head on and who you kiss and love more than anyone. And it's not me. All of this goes through my head in a second that feels like an eternity. But trust me I'm fine.