"I love you, Yifan."

I had been shocked still standing halfway in the door with my hand on the door knob staring at you sitting on your bed.

And it wasn't because you were awake before I could wake you.

Mouth agape I had looked out the door and back into your room numerous times before I decided to sit next to you on the bed.

Placing an arm around your shaking frame I apologized over and over again. Feeling worse and worse as time passed.

I didn't even need to say the words.

You had known.