"You cannot," Gianni pushes him away. He sits on the bed and leans against the headboard. "Forgive me, but this is wrong."
"I have odd feelings for you. Feelings that makes me want to caress your golden hair, to hold you close to me, to cherish every moment with you and every breath you take, to treasure your smile, and yourself, to be with you in all your joy and sorrow," Giancarlo replies. "I do not know what it is but I am sure that what I am feeling is love. I know that what I feel is true. And I apologize if I have made advancements that are too fast."
"This is all my fault. I should have not spent time with you. I could have chosen to walk away and leave things as they are, but I went anyway."
"No, it is not. I fell in love with you. I fell in love with your soul. I fell in love with your being and existence."
"You do not understand. I..."
"What do I not understand?"