You left almost an hour ago, and my breathing has finally started resuming its normal patterns. Just being around you wore me out and so here it is, 4am, and I'm actually tired!
A number of times found me about to make a request, but I'm afraid of asking. Saying it aloud breathes life into the request, and makes both desired result and scary result equally possible. It's borderline terrifying.
Please don't break my heart.