You know, I was afraid that you didn't feel this way; that, while I was standing here thinking you were perfect, you were just humoring me. But, is it true? Do you really want to kiss me? Do you really feel that much? Or are you just tired and imagining things that aren't really there? I do that a lot. I pretend that the world is conditioned just for me and that I am at the center of every happenstance; that when a leaf blows a certain way, it has something terribly profound to do with my life.

I always look for romance, for fun and excitement. I like newness, I like to discover things. I want every day and every person I meet to be an adventure. I often think about being with someone and I think of the romance and cuteness, the fun and the little stories I’ll have to tell my kids about that guy I once dated. But do I ever think of love? Do I ever really consider what it’s actually like?

Every time I’m with you is an adventure. It’s always new. You never cease to amaze me. I only hope you find my company as riveting as I find yours. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m not mature; I’m not ready for anything this big. I've tried to put you somewhere that makes sense, but I don’t know where that is. If I ever find a place for you, well, maybe I shouldn't try. I’ll let God handle that. He’s the ultimate placer anyway. Maybe we could just hold hands, you know, for support. I think it’d help. I think it’d help me, anyway.

If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I understand. Maybe you want something better; someone who doesn't get confused so easily. But then again, you’re confused too. So, could it be that we actually work. Do we cancel each other out to end up being two people with a great understanding? No, I don’t think so. We do make a good team though. There isn't anyone else I could talk to like this.