God bless forbidden lovers-they don't know how good they've got it. At least they're told they can't see each other. They have no idea…

It's so hard, not seeing him. Nothing is keeping us apart but this distance and it's so terribly hard. I can't handle it.

I can't handle him. Oh my God, I can't handle someone being good to me. 'Baby, if something happens to you, how will I know?'

'Don't worry about it.' I tell you.

'But I do worry. I worry about you.'

'Don't.'

'That's exactly why.'

Oh my God, I can't handle this. 'If anything happens to me, Britt will tell you, and you'll be among the first to know. I promise.'

'Dani, don't talk like that.'

'I'm trying to make you feel better.'

'Stop.'

'Okay.'

'I love you.'

'I love you too.'

Oh my God, I can't handle this. Oh my God.

A/N: oh my god, this is shatty. i know. i'm working on ways to figure everything out, and it's making me crazy. love is a shitty, shitty feeling. grrr. this is made from actual parts of a conversation i had with him a few weekends ago.