my famous last words that were written reflected not what happened, nor what i wanted to happen, but a segment of my imagination where i am not myself because often, who i am is contradictory to what i want. i don't break hearts other then mine, i am not lustful, and i don't lie to people. that said, i do love him, just not the way he wants me to. i realize that now, and forever after... Now, how do i go about telling him that?!