I can't seem to get you out of my head and I have no idea when you began to weasel your way into it. Am I in love with you? I do not know - you did not even give us the chance to know. I think that's what bothers me the most.

Because I know you felt something between us too. It wasn't all just me, I know it. I did not imagine things. Are you thinking of me, wherever you currently are? At nights when you are alone, do you wonder what might have been if you had not decided to run from things?

I think of these things often because I think we were well matched. Had we been anyone but who we are - if you had been a lady instead of a boy, for instance - I could have wooed you the way all those idiots at the Coming Out Ball do to the debs. I wonder what life in that weird universe would be like?

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