Some dreams aren’t meant to be real. Because it’s better to dream them, then believe them. I could tell you what I was thinking that night. But would you believe me anyway? I was thinking, oh God- what WAS I thinking?? I thought that you’d forgive me. Like I forgave you. Yeah- and I know it’s not the same thing! God! I wish you could just listen to me! Just for once! Just one chance, that’s all I’m asking for! Good, okay- here goes… I don’t know exactly what I’m supposed to say in this situation but- I’m going to tell the truth. I lied to you- I wanted it, yes. But I didn’t deserve it. We had just had a fight and-well, I was confused and hurt- and he was there. I cried on his shoulder while he listened to me. I talked about you for- God, what? Like an hour?! Than, I don’t know, it just- sort of- happened. And before I could stop myself… it was over. We didn’t talk after that. I think that we were both still a little confused about what had just happened. And then- I left. And that’s when I realized that I loved you too much too let you go over something like this! So I came back. Please, say something. Look at me. I love you.