give me a reason.

I'm sorry... since almost akin to a preprogrammed thought pattern, you're still the first thought when I wake up and you're still the last thought on my mind before I sleep; and sometimes even during sleep itself, you're there along with the shimmer in your eyes, like small oceans with the sun caught drowning in its waves.

You're...you're... you know, these are not really easy things to say over the phone, in text messages or more, in e-mails, even in these posts that I know you never read or when we get the chance to converse again in a promised next time that we see eye to eye again. We'd prefer to let silence wash over us during those moments and that silence only to hold us nearer; when the moment passes then I can try again.

This is what you are to me, and I guess this is just the way that I am, the way that I made myself, unconsciously around you. I thought there was a choice, between ignoring it and just letting it be. There wasn't.

Let it be, let it be then, please just let it be.