I think I can finally admit it, but I love Ken. But I'm far too late. Too much time has passed between us.
And Lena will always be there for me. I've known her since we were freshmen in high school. We've always been there for each other, through thick and thin. I remember how when her father passed away, we were at a restaurant after the funeral, and I asked her if she was okay, and she replied, "No, I'm not." And she laid her head down on the table. I stroked her hair for a few minutes until she felt calm and relaxed. And I ispered to her, "No one here will ever hurt you."