You know, you were "just a guy" once. I wonder if I am going to end up speaking about you like that again. "He's just a guy I loved once, a long time ago." I don't want it to be that way, I really don't. I just don't know how to bridge this gulf that has opened between us. And it's all my fault. I had to go and open up that box. I know I had to eventually, if we were to make this last, but did I have to do it now? Right before today?

Happy anniversary, C. For what these four years are worth.