I would be perfectly content just sitting there and working with you. If only I could have convinced myself I was worthy of it. Logically I know there’s nothing wrong with anything I did but I couldn’t shake the feeling I was doing something wrong. I still dream that maybe we could have sat together and done our own thing in peace, away from the rest of them and their stupid antics. You’re serious about your stuff and I am serious about mine. I wish silence didn’t make me anxious. Peace is right there but it’s just out of my reach. It could have been so great for us if I wasn’t broken. I just want to hold you, and to look in your eyes without it feeling like a crime. But I don’t think you want me to even if I could…