Ten people between us and you still came back to me and I was happy to have you back. That must have meant something. An entire year between us, now I know it did. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, no matter what happens I keep thinking back to you. But I can't tell you because I'm afraid you don't feel the same. I mean you did tell me I wasn't anything more than sex to you right? Guess it is a disaster.
