You're not ready for me. I see that now. I'm not the one, though for a moment you believed that to be true. And, I hopelessly and lovingly believed you, too. But, I'm not you're one. And you're not ready for me. My one mistake was one too many.
But you… you, I was ready for. You, I spent nights dreaming of you. Then I found you. I found you for a reason. A lesson. But I found you, and I will keep finding you everywhere I look. I'll hopelessly and lovingly wait for you to realize what you had, what we are, what we've done. You, I will wait for you. I dreamt of you. And I will never stop dreaming.