I love you, but I can’t see how I can ever tell you that. It’s been almost a year. I’ve never felt so intimately connected to another human being. We fit each other so well. I get a thrill whenever we say the same thing at the same time–have you noticed how often it happens? You intoxicate me. Is this obsession? I think about you constantly. When I go to bed at night, you’re the one I imagine laying next to. This is agony. All I can think about is being with you. Sometimes I get the impression you have some of these thoughts too. But you’re practical. You know it can’t happen, so why bother? Still, I wonder which heartache would be worse–having you and losing you or never having you at all and always regretting it.
