What a night last night was...
You took care of me... THE WHOLE TIME.
And—
And—
And I know that—
Duh, you would; and you should, but I feel a bit bad...
and a bit touched.
The things that you say, the experiences that you share, the love that I see—they've just become so much clearer after last night.
And because I got a bit dead towards the end, I pray you'd forgive me.
I don't know... how to feel.
I feel embarrassed; I feel appreciation; I feel so many things...
But my eyes: they're on God;
so my eyes: they're on you.
I hope I was good for you.
socialite,
Starry
