It’s starting to actually hurt my chest, how much I love you and want you. I’m so sorry. This isn’t fair to you. You don’t know my real name and I’ve shown you a very ugly part of myself. I never wanted to reject you, and honestly I wasn’t trying to, I’m just oblivious. But I thought afterwards it might be for the best, because I was afraid you’d hate me for that other me you saw. I thought it must be scary, to have to be the one they call to come deal with the crazy person. You already have so much to do and you make it look effortless, I don’t want to be another burden on you. I admire you. It seems like maybe you’ve forgiven me for being angry like that. Thank you for doing things to make me happy and lighten the load. You respect me. I appreciate you. That’s why I’ll always do whatever you want. I’m afraid I’ll lose everything if you know my real name.