I’ve let you get into my subconscious to the point where I simply can’t get you out of my mind—no matter how hard I try. You’ve fallen into my fourth stage of dreaming. This last summer, I’ve dreamt about you for a whole week straight, every night. This is so pathetic. I’ve thought about it, and there’s no way I can get over you with own will power. I love you. I say it to you all the time, but you don’t hear the truth and passion behinds these words. Do I really love you? Or do I just really lust after you? I don’t know. I’m a mess. And, moreover, I’m pathetic. This isn’t fair to me, and it’s not fair to you. I keep wishing for something that isn’t ever going to happen, ever. If I really did love you, I would let you go—because holding on to my thoughts and obsessions of you isn’t fair.