I'm not sure if things will change in myself again. I'm not sure if you'll change- the way you talk to me or the way you'll act around me. I'm not sure if I'll finally be able to talk to you. I'm not sure- if we change at all -that it will be a good thing. It's going to kill me, talking to you and seeing your face, but I'll get by. I'm not sure how things will change or if they will at all. I'm not sure if I'll get that same feeling I always did when I saw your face or talked to you or if I'll feel anything at all. I don't know. I don't really mind, you were out of my league anyway, it's not like I had a chance. I don't know if we'll become great friends or if we'll ever talk again. I hope we do, you're still perfect, I just can't have you. And I've always had my doubt, due to the improbability-I shouldn't have gotten ahead of myself when you said there was a chance. I don't think I was in love, I'm not sure about love, but I know I certainly liked you more than anyone else. I've never felt so serious about another human being. You were the only person to make me feel 20 different emotions at once-mainly all around happy. And you were the only one to get me out of that depressed state, and you're the only one who has put me back in it. And no doubt, I cried. No big deal though.