And again I find myself the one who loves more than she is loved. I want so badly for you to love me but I know you're somewhere else. I am no longer content being the drifter and it seems I need people to stop assuming I have connections elsewhere. There are those for whom I would sacrifice so much and those I already have. And if you knew who you were, would it make any difference at all?
I wonder if you know how many people adore you?
You are dangerous.
Oh God, please love me.