Even now I look back on that day. I look back and ask myself, why? Why did I go from a normal life, with a life as a nurse, and end up, crying on the floor of his flat?
Why did I allow myself to do it is the real question. How I let myself fall in love with him, knowing the outcome from the start, but when it happend, being unprepared, and helpless.
Why?..
...Even now I wonder, and even now I guess, and change my answer everytime...
