I almost cut off my finger today.

It was an accident and really nothing happened, so I'm fine, but even though you're a five hour drive away I'd blame you if it had happened.  I was at work, chopping lettuce to be specific, and Our Song came on.  It made me flinch and the blade of my knife shaved my fingernail, it was that close.  Okay so it's not "our" song (it's really not romantic AT ALL) but when we were making dinner that one time this song came on and you got all excited and said how much you like it so I made it your ringtone on my phone and I remember getting chills whenever I'd hear it go off because it meant you wanted to talk to me.  Now when I hear it I feel like I've just taken a meat cleaver to the stomach.  It's ironic, though, because even though it's not "Our Song" it still defines our relationship.  Specifically the last two months.  Our differences were always a concern for you, but to me they were minute, and beautiful.  But I can't change the way you feel about me or anyone else and I don't want to be the one who cuts your wings and make you do something you don't want to do but all I have left to say is that I wonder if loosing my finger would have hurt half as much as loosing you did.