Of What?

I don't know anymore.
I just...
I'm not sure.

Of what?

Of everything!
Of... him.

Oh.

It's you.
It's your fault, y'know.

For planting the seed in your head.

For making me aware.
I would have remained stupid
Ignorant of the existence
of love.

But I told you.
I tore you away from a comforted bliss
and exposed you
to the concept of
a relationship.

You're to blame for this, y'know.
Now how
am I supposed to face him?!
How am I supposed
To carry out a
normal
casual
conversation.
When all I can think about
is that?

Tell me
How you feel.
Sort it out.

I.. i don't know.
I cant...
tell.
I don't think
I'll be able to.

I know. I can tell you.

You?
You can tell me?
Then tell
Tell away.

In a nutshell...

...Yes?...

You love him.

Love him?
You really
Think
so?

Tell him.

What?

Go and tell him.

Tell him... how I feel.
Meet him, someplace
anywhere
everywhere.
Close my eyes
and say
'I love you.
I damn well love you,
I always have
I always will
And I don't care
If you don't love me

back.'

And then
I'd walk away
don't wait for his response
because i know
NO
i'm too afraid
to hear

"Well... I don't."

Like that?

... Like that.