dear you.

i think i've finally finished falling. i didn't know it was possible to care this much about someone else.

do you know how you tear me in two when you laugh, sing, even when you speak? why, you ask? because i know it's not directed at me. and as far as i can tell, the only place it will be is in my dreams.

about those. would you quit starring in them? although it is quite nice to have you in them, to have your attention directed at me and only me, i do find you are giving me false hope, good and kind sir. last night's was so happy i cried when i awoke, for i knew that i wouldn't see you for almost a whole week. the salt drops would have poisoned the great salt lake and caused floods and tidal waves in the oceans.

i know it is childish to cry over things i will never have, but i fear i cannot help myself. it is phenomenal to me to step back and look at how you have affected me this year. things i never would have done, things i never would have said, things i never would have listened to grows longer with every passing day.

if i could just ask you one question. why do you do the things you do? i know you don't know, and i know you probably don't care. but still.

please open your eyes.


love,
me.