I wanted it to be true. I wished it were true. I needed it to be true. But it couldn't be. I knew it couldn't be. There was no way. She wouldn't do that, I know it. And even if she somehow got it in her head that she would, they wouldn't let her. So... it's not true. All signs point that way, I can feel it in my gut. I mean, why would it be? Wasn't it really just a dream a month ago? How could it gain more weight now? It couldn't - that's how. Right? I mean, it was just a dream, wasn't it? None o it really happened or even came close to happening, right? Right. It was, and that's all there is to it, there's no reason to keep mulling over it - it was impossible from the start. Damn.

I wish it were true.