I'm not very good at this.

This whole "making you happy" thing. There was a time when I could make you happy, but those days are gone with the wind. It's not the way you think. I don't have feelings for her, even though you can read me like a book, and my words tell you I do. I have feelings for you. And tomorrow I really hope I can kiss you. As much as it will hurt, it will save me. 

And right now I need saving.