By now I have come to realize you aren’t going to talk to me again. It’s really hard to accept. I dreamed you sent me a letter in response to my email and I woke up as I was about to read it. I wish I could understand you. So this is it. This is all I have left of our connection. It’s always going to be there. I’m always going to love you. I wish we could’ve had more. I wish you could’ve been different, less selfish. I guess that’s my perception therefore my reality.