"And live with what I did to you. All the hell I put you through."

I'm so happy you're alive.
I don't mean to make it sound bad.
But I was worried.
More worried than I think I'd ever been.
You scared me.
Tomorrow we need to talk,
long and hard.
I can't keep your secrets anymore,
if you are going to get hurt.
Saturday was enough.
I couldn't handle another time.
Especially so close.
And I'm sure your body couldn't handle it either.
Hand over the bottles.
This has to stop.
Before I lose you.