There's so much I want to *not* say right now... to you. to anyone, really.

But I still like you and I don't want to. He was wrong... so wrong about you... why did I listen? Why did I invent that enemy in you? How could I be so easily fooled...? Mistaken completely about who was what exactly....

I traded something for nothing. I wish I could tell you that. You were really something.