I always wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. I know that you don’t. I misread signs when we met, I misread things even now. Anything that might indicate I’m not the only one losing sleep gets incorporated into this fantasy that you’re trying to communicate reciprocation. You put on songs about love and longing- but who do you love? Who are you longing for? Me? Fantasy. The worst of it is this- if you played the part of the girl in the fantasy and came onto me, or just asked me if I felt this way, I’d turn you down. I’d have to. I don’t want my relationship complicated. I just want validation.
