But the thing is, it's not over. Because it's never over with you. And I really wish it was. But I can't doubt the unsteadiness of my breathing when you touch me or the static I feel on my lips when we kiss or how you're still all I think about when we're apart. But I hate your weakness, because I know it. And I hate the sourness that escapes your lips. Still, you're truly the most genuine person I've met.