I can't let go of her ultimately. For good. I'm addicted to her. No matter what she does, seeing her makes me forget. And also fills me with anguish. I know. You want to be friends. I can try. But you know it's not going to happen. Something drastic has to happen. Why am I just another friend, when you mean the world to me? I wanted to, hold you. To feel you in my arms. For once, if not, a little while. But those little signs that I see, I interpret as signals that you were afraid that I would do just that. Tell me I'm wrong. And I guess you don't understand what those periods of silence mean.