I can't sleep without dreaming, and dreaming always leads to waking up with your face in my head. My words will never mean anything to you, and if they do , you won't admit it. I can't hide much longer, behind the fact that we've never met. My feelings are leaking like military secrets. Soon everything I want to say to you will be said. Our conversations will die. If we ever meet, it will be in an akward silence. I don't want it this way, but I need your reaction more than I need to breathe.