12 October 2009
my dream text.
I had planned to have this cool disconnect , but to be honest (and we don't have time not to be) I am a mess. I have been crawling out of my skin to talk to you all week, but have been too afraid of might what come out of my mouth. I promised myself that it would just be a fling, that I could handle it... but I have been turning to water every time I hear that song. And you are on the other side of the country and experience tells me it's foolish to say it all now but I can't keep it inside any longer.
I don't care if I have to act in some shitty community theater the rest of my life if it means i get to see you, to share a life with you. LA will always be here but I am worried I may never have a second chance with you. This is crazy, right?