You think I no longer love you, you’re wrong. You think I’m all fine and happy, you’re wrong. You think that after all this time, I could just stop, yet again you seem to be wrong. So I sit here wondering what to do. What if I see you, I’m very aware that my feelings would show through. With you around I wear my heart on my sleeve. What am I to you? A friend? A best friend? What is it that I find so god damned irresistible about you. It fucking hurts. I do believe on this site I’ve written you over five letters, some you know about some you do not. You only wrote back to the first one. I search through all these damn letters thinking I might find one from you, that I actually might be worth your time to write a letter. What am I supposed to do know? What am I supposed to say? I haven’t written a single poem since the one I writ you. I can’t write another word of my book, it seems that I can only express through you. I think of you constantly, I can’t get you outta my head. I can’t do this any more. It’s eating me apart.