I really am sick of you, unfortunately I can't stand being apart, so I will have to cope with this constant nausea... but don't think for a second that this means that I'll let you live this down, so you better do everything within your power to help me forget that you've made me sick to my stomach, because if you do then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you realize that you've got a diamond in your hands... a god-damned diamond! And don't ever forget that, for if you do, then I'm liable to get fed up with being so sick that I'll walk right out that door... and you'll be left here to wallow in regret thinking 'Jesus, I let the only thing in my life worth a damn slip right through my fingers.' Oh, you doubt that, do ya? Try me, just call the bluff; I bet you won't.

- Love