I can’t ignore the fact that this has to be my biggest fear. I can’t even escape thinking about you in my dreams. I go to sleep thinking about you; I wake up thinking about you then spend my day waiting for you. On another level I’m sure I’ll always be waiting for you, in one way or another. It’s more than love at this point; it is infatuation, obsession even. I drive myself crazy with the possible outcomes of anything involving you and I or the lack-there-of. I know I’ll never be able to express anything of serious feeling, not anytime soon anyway, mostly because you won’t hear it. I know it’s too soon but you confuse me. You’ll always be on my mind, everyday. I love you and you’ll probably never fully understand how much I really do.