I just wanted your companionship, and nothing more. I know I’m so much older, I know I have few appealing qualities, I know you’re married. However, I know you aren’t happy at all, I can see it in your eyes, I’ve seen that look in other people so many times in the past. I’m not that happy myself; I thought we could help each other deal with it, if only for a few days. All I wanted was to be around you, know you better, have fun with one of the most interesting, eccentric people I’ve ever known. When we went on the trip and you wouldn’t talk to me, it hurt me in a way I haven’t felt in a lot of years. I felt embarrassed and ashamed for what I said, even though my intent was pure. I gave you a taste of that in return a few days ago, but no more; I’ll always forgive you for anything. I just wish you could see me for the close, loyal friend I can be.
