Sometimes, love isn't a good thing; it's actually the worst thing.

Sometimes you find yourself in a cavernous hole, inescapable by yourself, and those close to you throw down ropes of braided love. What they don't realize is that their love looks like a noose, and dragging your dead weight to the top won't help; it will just **** you quicker.

Tina, you are the one who stands at the top, tosses down a ladder, and tells me to pick myself up off the floor and climb my way out. You know I have to do it myself, so you wait patiently and keep me company. When I finally do find the strength to climb, I know you'll be there.

I didn't know how to tell you I loved you until now.