but.. not everything is perfectly okay all
of the time. this is quite a problem. when you confessed to me that night on the bridge, i wasn't completely content.
i wanted to accept your confession, to return to you how i've felt for all these years. but, for some goddamn reason,
i just couldn't. i don't know for sure
why. i wish i did, i swear. i just said
that i feel the same way to make you happy. all i want to do is to make you happy. i'm terribly afraid i can't do that for you anymore.