Bruce, you're such a fool.
You went to my apartment last night, and I knew something was wrong the second I laid eyes on you. Terribly wrong. I knew you were having problems, and not the usual kind: crimes, crazies, cops. No, I knew it was something else... something personal. Something that would change it all.
You said nothing, of course. I respected you, cause, after all, I always try to give you space. But, let me tell, from the second you entered through my window, I knew you were up to no good...
We've been through a lot, you and I, and I know you trust me... in your own way. Still, when was the last time you broke into my place and grabbed my hand the way you did, pulling me close to you like that, and kissing me on the lips? Well, let me think, it was... ah, yes, never. Not even when we were together.
I must tell you something, and I don't know if it's good or bad...
It was the first time I felt true passion in you. The first time I felt you touch me with no hesitation or drawbacks, no regrets, no doubts. It had been good before, but last night... it wasn't good. It was great. It was a dream.
The way you pulled me close, and your lips pressed mine before I could breathe. Your fingers wrapped and lost in my hair locks, your chest against mine, your arms around me, all over me, and I felt... completely possessed by you. I was yours, all yours. You were all I wanted, all I imagined, and you were more.
But Bruce, I knew something was wrong.
You whispered my name close to my ear, Selina, Selina, you repeated. I felt precious and wanted, and that's all a girl like me wants to feel. That, and your hands on my skin, dancing on the right pace. Your mouth running all over my neck, up and down, and in a second we were on my bed. You over me, I under you, that's an old story for us, isn't it? But your eyes, the look in your eyes...
You were saying goodbye, weren't you?
I didn't deny that to you. Or to me. We deserved it, Bruce. We needed it. I knew you were giving yourself entirely, and I did the same. So, I cherished every second, and kept a memory of your every move. Of every moment of pleasure and care, every single caress and kiss. Of your scent, your touch, your voice. Of having you inside of me...
You made me feel alive, and I know you felt the same.
Why did you do it, Bruce? Why? Don't you know how I feel about you? Don't you know I'll always miss you? Don't you know I already miss you? Don't you... ? Don't you know...?
Don't you know I love you?
