My sweet girl, I dreamt of you again
You and I were so in love. We kissed over and over. I felt so happy in your embrace.
You and I watched a movie together. There was an animated scene that was so beautiful, we almost cried. It looked exactly how I feel. How I feel when it comes to you.
It feels like you and I are on different planes of existence. I see you. You see me. We run to eachother for an embrace. But you pass right through me in a glittering light. We turn around to look at eachother, horrified. But we run to eachother again and again. So desperate to be touched. To be held. To be loved.
In my waking hours, you are far from me. You left this shit hole of a town to restart your life. In search of happiness and safety. I support you all the way, but I still miss you.
My pretty girl. You're so beautiful, even when you cry. You cried in my arms. Afraid to leave me behind. But I understand. You need to be free.
I think that was the first time I ever told you that I loved you. And you said you loved me back. However, I'm sure that you meant that you cared for me like a sister. Or that's what you wanted me to think anyways.
I wish you could be mine, but I care about you too much. I don't want to mess up again. I've failed so many times in my relationships. I'm afraid that I would hurt you somehow. You're my best friend. I don't want to lose you.
I want you to be happy. It's what you deserve. You mean so much to me. If you could end up truly happy one day, that might just be enough for me.
So I'll be waiting for you to visit me. Hopeful that maybe, just maybe, we could somehow be together.









