We ****** in my dream last night.
You loved it.
So maybe is was reality.

You're what I've dreamed of since I was 12.

There's something wrong with me.
Not physically, but mentally.
I love too easily.
I never thought that wearing your heart on your sleeve was a bad thing.
Those are the kindest people.
I'm one of them.

And then your sleeve gets torn off by a rabid dog that eats your heart and you die.

You confuse me.
How can one person lie so much and yet I still love them?
I guess you aren't really lying though.
Just not opening your mouth.
Other people are though.
They're revealing you and I'm the only one catching you in your lies and I don't know why I'm not calling you out on it.

Maybe it's that smile.
That's smile I would do anything for.
As you read this (which you eventually will) you'll know who you are.
And you won't be surprised one bit.
You've felt me coming for a while.
You just don't want to hurt me.
And I'm hurt anyway.
I say you're the reason I'm in pain but it's everything but you.

THOSE GIRLS YOU **** HURT ME!
THIS LIES YOU SPEW INTO MY EARS HURT ME!
THE FACT THAT I LOVE YOU SO ******* MUCH HURTS THE HELL OUT OF ME!

...i want the hurting to stop...

I love you.
I've loved you for the past 9 months.
There. I said it.
That's out of the way.

Every time I see a picture of you unexpectedly it makes my mind skip.
You're just so striking.
It's one of the things that makes me think we're right for each other.

But there's so much that makes us wrong.