Stop coming into my dreams. Because even there, you behave in that way - and the bittersweet tragedy of it is that I like it. I like when your keen brown eyes intently look in mine in a silence making my heart pant and my breath lost. But more often, you pretend that I am not here: you do not even look at my side, so that I started to ignore you too. Hardly ever you think of me as much as I do - and I do a lot...

I remember the day I first noticed you; you seemed so proud and confident. And I guess, you see me as a stupid, naive, weird and trying-to-be-good girl. I did not use any of my chances to show you the true me. To interest you and let you know... And to know you farther - not from watching you out of the corner, but asking you questions and getting honest answers and questions in response.

Even if now I idealize you - I would rather be left disappointed than drawing our might-have-been future on these doubts and guesses in my mind and having dreams, thoughts about you every night and all the time.

I want us to be together. But I have fucked up everything, and it is impossible to start again. Only if you would make the second first step...but you would not. You are proud, and you have your life full of people, impressions and inspiration - and which I never was and never will be a part of. Everyday your presence painfully reminds me about it. So, please, let me forget your character and everything you made me feel and think - at least while I am asleep...