I can't stop thinking about you. I think I'm definitely falling in love with you.
But like all things that are worth striving for, it is forbidden, or at least, impossible.
Isn't that a b****, I'm always after those who are untouchable.
I'm too messed up to deserve you as a friend, how could I expect more?
I should be preparing for my new life, alone. I'm married to my career and will die without anyone knowing I left.
Optimism is for p******.