[I see these things in my dreams anymore...; Weather my body is set in loving you, my mind doesn't know.]

     It keeps seeming as if you we're slipping passed each other.I just wish that there was a way to keep you with me. You're always one step ahead or behind me, we're never right next to each other. Except when the musics too loud to talk. Doesn't seem to matter much to you. But it's hurting me.

     I was thinking, the other day, about how quickly this fire started... About how long it's lasted. We've been through so much. that when I wake up from these dre[nightmares]ams, it just is that. It doesn't bother me as much as it would have with any one else. And, I'm hoping like hell, it's for the right reasons. I'm hoping you still, 'Love you[me] with all my[your] heart.' I need that right now.

     'Cause right now, I'm scared. I'm worried about what is going to happen when i get back in school. Having dropped a class I need to take, and having ordered a wrong book. I'm worried, what if this really isn't me. What if this isn't what i need to be doing. What if I'm working towards all the wrong things. 'Cause right now, all that feels right, is you.

     I just wish I had the balls to tell you. I just wish i could show you how much i really do care. How much, loving you, is tearing me apart. 'Cause I just don't feel it back the same way. And, I know, i shouldn't. But when I saw that picture you still have of her in that white dress... It killed me a little inside.

     I know I will never be her. I know I will never look the same in your eyes, even wearing that same dress looking at you through that same frame, it will never feel the same. And part of that is a good thing, because I never want to leave and hurt you like she has, weather is be willing or not. Because we both know she has. But when you look at me in that frame, you will never feel that devotion that you have felt to her. You will never willingly kiss me for every letter in this 'note.' We will never call each other time after time, just to say 'i love you,' and hang up, only to have the other one call the first back and do it again. Repeating it over and over again, until you fall asleep.

     I can never be your first love. I can never tell you I love you enough times to make what she broke whole again. And I'm sorry for that. 'Cause, if given that chance, I would.

I love you more than you will ever know.
-Aura