just tell me. can't you just tell me? it was just that separation that made me think it could be about me. i've never been sure, and i know i never will be. i can reread every conversation and try to analyze everything you've said to me and i will never be able to fully convince myself that you either like me or you don't. i almost told you last night that i was sad that you're moving across the country. in my heart i think that you could stay here and be with me but my head is so much smarter and knows how terrible all of that would turn out. but a piece of me does love you, and it burns quite strongly, and it finds hope in that pause, that break, that maybe you meant me.
04.14.13