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Charles Dickens, from “Great Expectations”

All I can think now is did I imagine it all. Did I imagine the stolen glances, the way you looked at me, the way you smiled. Did I misread your body, did I misunderstand the way you spoke. Is it wishful thinking to think that there may be a chance the way I feel may be reciprocated. Even if not as intense. Are you mine as much as I am yours in our silence. Or is that all it is, silence. Against my better judgement I fear I must find out. I see you again soon and I already find myself counting down the days. Is it possible that you could become mine once again ? Am I even deserving of such a thing ? I don't believe that I am. But God led me back to you and I refuse to believe it was without reason. I can only hope the reason is a second chance, you are my happiness, my love, my life. Maybe one day we will be in a place where you can read this. Will this be too much for you, will it ruin everything, will you be touched by my thoughts and words, could you ever love me back in the way that I love you. Will I ever have answers. Or will I die, never knowing. God please do not let me die without knowing if they feel for me the way I feel for them. Please.

F. Scott Fitzgerald