I feel like I'm falling. With nothing to hold on to. Everything was great (well as great as it could be)... but then you had to go and say the things I never believed I'd hear again, want the thing I never though you'd want again. I don't know what to do, and it's killing me. All the stress you're causing on top of everything else is enough to kill me. I'm so intent on staying sane that I can't...