It felt like I spent an eternity talking, and still, I had so much to say to her. Telling her about what had happened, and the way that I had felt while it had happened, caused all of the very same emotions that I had felt to come to the surface again. I felt like a child that couldn't exactly control their emotions, but I could only hope that that wasn't going to be what I looked like to her. I ddin't think that I would ever be able to forgive myself if that were the case. I thought that I would never manage to finish speaking, but when I did, I couldn't have been more thankful. In all honesty, I was getting tired of hearing my own voice.
She hadn't even done so much as interrupt me once while I had been speaking, which was slightly out of character for her, if I had to be honest, but i
