Well. You were right.

Never mind, Ill just become a whore.

Oh wait..hang about, I am!!! merde.

I cant admit it, because I'm scared...not of rejection....but of being wanted.

How can that make sense??

He knows, of course he knows, we both know it. We're just too scared to jeopardise the friendship we have. Plus the fact well....we're both leaving.

Mon dieu.

I give up.