I don’t know. I don’t know how to cope with it and I wish I did. I would be fine going an entire month without you. I would wake up fine, go to sleep fine, my dreams would be perfectly peaceful. And then you decide to walk down my lane again, and I swear it makes me feel like I’m going to die—I become a basket case. Just looking at you, talking to you, in that moment, I think I’m going to die from it all. From everything I’m feeling for you. I suppose some people are like that. They will always do this to you. Always make you love them over and bloody over.