I had prepared everything last night, Artis.
Everything.
The bracelet I was about to give you
rested inside a velvet box
on the drawer
ready to be taken out.
But that's when Old Big Matt from the house next door
decided to f-a-l-l
d
o
w
n
the stairs.
You can't expect me to simply leave him, right?
Five turned to six
and I was hoping, praying
you'd still be there
as I drove to the town's Christmas tree.
You were there Artis.
But not with me.
Or for me.
REID.
It's hard seeing you smiling so brightly with him
hand in hand
him pulling your scarf up and you
stuffing bo~th your hands
- - his and yours - -
into your coat pocket.
Do you know how heartbreaks feel, Artis?
It feels like dying.
Because right then, seeing you being so
picture perfect
with Reid,
I died a little.
You can't expect me to step forward and
ask your hand, right?
Right?