But I can't stop...

Oh, do I have a speech prepared for you. We'll finally unveil all those skeletons in the closet. I'll tell you what's right, wrong, acceptable, intolerable. I'll finally say our faults. We can expand on apologizes back and forth. You can continue making excuses for everything. I'll tell myself over and over again that I can't continue tormenting myself for you. And then I'll just let it all out. This is just a minor collision towards the triumphant happiness that I've been dreaming of for two years. This will be the day that I've been waiting for.