Shit. No, that's not, I didn't mean it like that. I believe you're sorry. I believe that, I do. And just...it's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault. It just sort of happens. And no one's really ever in control of it.
I know. I know it's not fair, and it's all really insane and confusing but honestly. You leave. You're not in the house. What's it change? You still feel what you feel, I still feel what I feel, he still feels what he feels in both directions. What's changed, aside from the fact that you've just increased the liklihood of Heaven being giant jerks and snatching you back and doing whatever it is Heaven does to people who dare to use their own brain. I'd imagine it's not pretty and that's really not something I want for you.