You have no idea. You probably don't even think I care. Oh, how much you don't know... I think about you all day/ everyday. I miss you. You mean so much to me... And yet, I can't tell you anything. I regretfully remain silent. I might see you eventually... But even if I do, what happens then? Will we go back to this same, counter-productive, agonizing silence? If that's the case, then I don't know how much more I could take this.
