well, first off:
we never would have worked. you’re into things I want nothing to do with.
and I love him. and if he doesn’t live up to all of my dreams all of the time, I don’t have to admit that out loud, because he loves me more than I could ever deserve.
Each night when you’re in my dreams, I run to you. I wake up smiling. And I can’t tell you, and I won’t tell him.
I don’t know if I don’t want you to be there when I close my eyes, or if maybe that’s all I want, to see you night after night.
Its frustrating. Is this normal?
I know you loved me. and I, well…I just thought you should know, I think…maybe, I loved you too.