I write you secret messages every day that I never send you, I write them on notecards and one day I will burn them. What a sentimental fucking fool. But I didn't make a fool of myself, you did that by pushing me away, by keeping me in the dark. Did I ask for too much? You must know that that isn't me, that is panic. The same panic that leads you to ignore me leads me to ask and ask and ask and I don't want any of it. All I want is to know you, to spend time with you, to feel that energy I feel when I am in your arms. Now I will never see you again and it tears me apart a little, only a little but the tear is there and so I am changed by you.
