First, I have to apologize for all of the times I haven't listened to you. Thing is? My head has a WAY better thing going when it comes to fundamental logic, not to mention knowing the big words. Especially when it counts.
I know I've foolishly turned my back on people when you were begging me to wrap them up in my arms and keep them forever. Even more foolishly, I've stuck around despite all of your desperate pleas to leave, just because I felt compelled to Do The Right Thing.
I should have done the right thing for you.
If I could do it again, I would tell him I liked him. And I would tell him that I loved him. Really loved him like I didn't even know you could. And him? I would have told him that I honestly don't have the time to take care of anyone but myself.
I spend so much time looking the other way and pretending that you're not a part of me; I don't know if I could figure out how to listen to you. Not even if I wanted to. My life has always been so much easier when I can look at the deeds, the things, the facts. Even writing this, I STILL don't know if I would hear you, if you decided to start talking. I don't know if I can get you to talk. Are we even speaking anymore?
Dear heart, I love you. At least, I think I love you. Could you tell me if that's true?