You literally scare the crap out of me. That's how much I love you. I'm so scared of you that I dread even walking by you in the halls of our run down school. I feel like I'm walking on the precipice of a cliff and one misplaced step will send me falling and you'll stand there laughing. Why do I even love you then? Who knows. Love isn't supposed to make sense and that is the one sentence describing my life right there.

My favorite memories of you are completely made up. I lie there for hours in the dark, eating tuna sandwiches and reading your poetry, imagining that each girl you wrote about was me. We've gone on amazing adventures and late night walks and did lots of drugs, until my cat jumps on my lap and reminds me that I'm not adventurous, not nocturnal, and definitely not a druggie. I've cried into your shoulder till I fall asleep, and then I wake up alone. We had a terrible fight, at least, on my lined paper smudged with ink. It may sound weird to you that I imagine our life together, but I'm so lonely and you're so safe and I can't stand not being with you, even if it's an alternate reality. I just hope that one day it could all be real.