Dear self,
You are once again living under the influence of a fantastical delusion and hurting someone else in the process, whereby the outcome will not be good.
You have a secret you cannot tell, the truth is now a lost feather being swept away on the breeze and forever out of reach.
Two years of lies, of fantasies, of trying to be someone your not and making someone fall for you. How can you justify this to yourself, how do you sleep at night?... Oh yeah, I remember... Because you love them, utterly, completely, eternally and unconditionally. The one flaw in all of this?... He's in love with someone that doesn't exist.
You somehow have managed to justify lying, quite possibly, to the love of your life. You miss him when he is not talking to you, like your not complete an something is missing. Trying to carry on with life as normal, as if he doesn't exist, it's impossible. Every minute of every day is spent wondering about him, counting the hours and minutes until you get to speak with him again.
Quite simply... The world is a better place because he exists.
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