Half the fun of it is that I can’t keep up. And I lose my breath and what’s worse. Is I don’t think I’m the first. Any way you like you can do no wrong. Please just give me five minutes dear. Let’s just pray it’s not near. Stay forever; I won’t last it. I'll die trying. Will you suffer a little with me?. But you would never. With a second chance I’d mess it up again. But I’d do it worse than before. Cos I’ve learned so much more. About the way we fertilise the roses. That were bought to show us how much you care. Now it’s easier to care. Getting past this -- you have to take it. I will wait here. Please believe me just stop running. Say you’ll get help. I caught the last flight I had to see ya. It can’t wait longer. He’s not your father just a doctor. So lick your own wounds. . by delluchi