Dear Theo,
It's unfair of me to write this but I can't keep quiet. I fought myself so much on this since the day in Jamba when you told me we couldn't be friends outside of poetry because of Tiffany. So I've spent a year and a half side-stepping you, thinking if I have a private conversation with you, I would somehow be disrespecting your girl. I don't ever want to do that.
The funny thing is, what I've been dying to say to you is not even romantic. I know that's hard to believe considering...everything. But I don't know how to convince you without having you think I'm getting close to you with some malintent. I'm not like that and I wish you knew me.
Anyway, I'm gonna get to the point. I'm mad that when I got to San Francisco I missed you more than anyone. I'm mad that I've had conversations with you when you're not around that I wish I could have with you in person. And I know that is RIDICULOUS because I don't even know you. But that's the problem. Maybe if I knew you I wouldn't be so obsessed with just wanting to know you. I don't know what I"m asking you for right now and I know how idiotic this entire thing has to be to you. It's ridiculous, I know. All I'm asking is that you acknowledge it.
~B. Dreamer
#stopchasing
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