Sadly. Madly.

Never did I say I was impregnable. I am as fallible as the next. Nay. I am as fallible as I seem to be. And I will not claim otherwise. I can hear what you say, sense the excitedly hurtful breaths that come from you, and feel what I 'wasn't supposed to'.

Yes. Exactly.

And thus I present the fork in the road for you. I can't expect you to choose so easily, it must be a rather difficult choice. Genuine over convenient. I curse myself for thinking of you at this time. Thinking of you and not me. Again. The masochist in me revels. Again. Not that it should perturb you. I don't expect it too. Sadly. Madly.

I leave the door open, should you choose to enter. I hope and pray. Hope and pray. And should you enter...

..does it make a difference?

I will still care for you. Sadly. Madly.