Sam A/Meredith J
Oh, I do think about how other people feel all the time.
I think about how you make him feel when you call him and ask him to meet you. When you kiss him. I've thought about that a lot, lately. And I worry about him. I worry about what had him drinking before I met him, and how he stopped drinking.
I think about how well he's managed that until we got here, and now I think a lot about what's going through his mind, what he's feeling, and I worry a lot about how it's going to make him feel.
Actually. I just worry that because of you, because of you calling him in the middle of the night and kissing him and clinging onto him in the hopes that maybe he'll tell you that he loves you, that he's going to start drinking again.
But you apologised. So. It's alright.
I'm not mad for me, Sam. I'm mad for him.
But go on. You're obviously innocent here. Just as innocent as me.