Oh Braveheart. We made a mess of things so quickly, like it was a race. I, the nervous wreck around you and your crazy driving, and your unintimate love making. You, the one telling me everything was okay, when it most certainly was not for you. Oh my, my, my. Now I can at least laugh about it, I hope you can too. I did care for you so much, but what a mess we made!
