But I am not afraid to admit that I fantasized about a lifetime in which you looked at me the way I looked at you. Where I got to listen to your voice every morning or night . Where I got goodnight texts instead of "Gn" texts. Where we knew eachothers favorite colors and favorite movies by heart. Where small talk meant something. One where your compliments weren't of my body but of my heart. One where I could be sweeter because my walls would've fallen. One where Christmas lights mean something to you. One where our worlds fit perfectly together the way I thought our bodies did. I am not afraid to spill my heart out one last time to you. This time I don't have any hope that you may feel any of this back though. This time I'm sure of where we stand. And sadly we stand on opposite ends.

-an excerpt from a letter to him