thinking of you a lot.
guess you're thinking of me, too.
thanks for linking the photo. i saved it a while back.
sometimes reading your words feels like kissing does in dreams.
i'm not over you. i still love you. i still want you.
obsessively.
i imagine that you knew that before i wrote it. that you can feel it from a distance.
but for me, trust is essential to understanding.
and i don't trust that you can be honest with me in the ways