Hi,

I spent some starlit hours hoping you’d sneak your way into my dreams and later confess that you planted yourself there on purpose. I spent several moments picking apart the miniscule, yet insurmountable ways you had accidentally conviced me that I was interesting and unprecedented. Someone you’d write songs about. It was wasted time and headspace, but it felt real and it was fun.

I’m sorry I incorrectly translated the way our eyes locked when we found the time and space for a moment to breathe and talk. I’m sorry I listened to that band the whole car ride home because you mentioned them once when we were alone. I want you to know that this isn’t sarcastic or angry and I lay no blame upon you for this. I am simply a fool and I hope you’re well and I will try my hardest not to fall any further.