[Magic.]

OK so I'm jealous. I know I've told you this whole thing is cool, but it's not. I had a month and a half with you. I am not done with this relationship, I can't be. You're still the one I want to be with, the one I want to hold me when I'm upset and tell me everything will be OK, the one I want to spend all day in the bitter cold with washing a car just so your parents will let us go out clubbing, the one who I think of every 5 minutes because absolutely everything reminds me of you. You didn't hurt me. You were perfect. You are perfect. I don't think I can do it - the whole "we'll get with other people" thing. You can, and I'll be jealous but I'll get over it, and maybe I'll let you think I have but I don't want to, the thought of it makes me feel ill. I want to move on, but I don't know how to without you doing something to make me hate you.