I’ve always held back from you, it’s true. I’ve always been afraid of what you might have thought. The things you told me were the thing that held me back from giving you what you wanted most. You wanted something that the masses hadn’t been able to give you. You wanted to feel something that was pure. Something that you’ve given up before, but perhaps wasn’t reciprocated back. I’m sorry I held back. I’m sorry that I lied to you. When I told you that you were second best it was purely out of self preservation. I myself didn’t want to get torn apart by the pain that we both feel now. Maybe that’s the reason we’re apart now, or maybe we’re apart for the reasons you’ve told me. I’ll never now. I always want to say we, but I understand that it’s me that who is the one who will never know why. I miss you. I truly do. So with nothing else to say I’ll go to bed with the dreams of what might have been.