Afterwards you looked stricken. But you held me. And we talked. Kind of. Words don't always come so easily. I told you about jealousy and you spoke of confusion. Two people can make you feel. I believe that. I asked what who made you happy. I've been making you happy lately. Its like you had to force those words up. Something scared you and I know they're true but I'm still scared too. You said it can't happen again and I stood for honesty So you explained. "I said it can't happen. Not that it won't."