I've refused to let things stop me before, and they always have. Things find a way to not work out for me. Whether it's choppy writing in the books I write, stupid messages from the books I read, words that don't make sense in the poems I write, or that boy who only was with me because he couldn't have her. Well I do not want anything to stop me this time. It's not remotely fair that I'm in love with him and yet I have no idea how he feels about me. I have so many other options out there right now, I don't want to feel tied down to someone who doesn't even feel the same way about me. Right? So right, and yet, so wrong. I dream about me and him. I think about him and I in that meadow I have in my head- the one with tall grass, and a single weeping willow tree in the corner and flowers strewn about. I can see him and I together, lying on a blanket, him with a guitar, me with a notebook. Is it so wrong to dream about finding a place and having a moment so wonderful? God, I love him.