She said no. Really, she said "I pick him, not you." I went to bed very upset and very sick. Water in my eyes, knots in my stomach...double knoted. Lumps in my throat as big as they can be. That makes eight. Two from a childhood crush. Three from someone I loved. Really loved. One from a slut, or so others say. One that wasn't even spoken...I had to see it. That was a day that I really felt odd, because my heart actually burned, right when it happened. I never knew it was all connected like that. And now this. Last night. Its a terrible idea. -Chris