September 25th, 2009

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My Dearest Alan,

I don't know if I love you the same.  I don't know if you love me the same. 

I don't like that you're so far away all the time.  And I don't know what to do.  I need more.  I don't want to break up with you.  Well, okay, at night I want to break  up with you.

And in the morning I don't know what the hell I was thinking.

... but it's night again.

You're coming home tomorrow and I'm terrified.  I know I'll either dump you or end up naked.

I don't feel like you love me at all.

And I don't have the slightest clue what to do.