What I meant to say last night...
Its alright. You are the reason for the tear soaked corners of my pillow, but its not because of what you did...its because of what you are, and that is missed. The sad thing about this is that I know how good we would be for each other, the amassing potential to change the world with our bond. I hate you and I hate myself for giving lame excuses last semester. You can tell me all you want not to dwell or to silence myself about it but it is always there. The truth is I don't think there is such a thing as getting over it...sure we may tuck it down deep inside of us and forget it for awhile possibly...but I know that the mere sight of each other would probably send off signal flares. Yea, and I'll share the creepy part too...I want to be the father of your children. You're the first girl that I actually put a lot of thought into, well, the future. Your only other option is to disengage my existence entirely. So this is an lj entry dedicated to you, and everything that you will be someday....