Last night I lay in bed unable to sleep, once more talking to you in my head. And all I could say — all I could keep saying — is that I still love you. Still want you. I still dream of you with painful longing soothed only by the comfort of memories that I know are real, kept strong by believing that you still love me too. Even after all these years.In the forgettable hours of the morning, somewhere between waking and sleeping, I live a parallel life in my mind where all in the world is as it should be, and I am with you. This reality I am in now is a poor imitation of the love I have for you, and I wonder if this is the best I can do, the most that my cowardice, my social compromise will allow.

What would you do if I dropped everything, gave it up, risked it all to fly the thousands of miles just to be around you? Does it ever cross your mind that there still is hope for us?

“I have the sense to recognize
that I don’t know how to let you go”

You and me against the world, baby. As long as you’re on my side.