This morning, my heart feels sick with remorse, i should have just kept you like the others, i knew if i told you what would happen to you, but i couldnt help myself, my longing to touch your soul, my desire for you to touch mine, was so strong, i threw away caring, and i cant, as if i was compelled by Love to become your ill-fate, and now everyone knows i love you, G, i should have just let go, because then youd be safe, but now all your suffering is my fault, and is mine, now, too:
I love you, i cannot help myself
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