Jiya, please. You know since all this started I have almost died a lot, and, every time, I think about you. I’d swear each time that when I got back, I would tell you how I felt, that… that I love you. Then I’d come home and something would stop me, I’d get stupid… scared. So how about we make a deal? Okay? You promise to hang on, and I promise to stop holding back.