I think about him every day. Last thought before I fall asleep and first thought when I wake up. I talk to myself all day about him, even when I’m talking to somebody else, even when I’m talking to you now, I’m talking to myself about him. Brian thinks I’m ill, he thinks that it has to do with my father, he thinks the stress and, you know, all that… Thinks I’m having a breakdown, but I’m not, there’s nothing wrong with me. Except that I love him. I know you don’t approve. I don’t approve either. I agree with you, but that doesn’t change it. I should have slept with him, maybe that would have made it easier, but I don’t think so. I just think that we were meant to be together even though we never will be. I just think it’s the right thing. I just think…everything else is wrong.

I know you’re not always perfect. I know you have tons of problems, defects, imperfections…but who doesn’t? It’s just that I prefer your problems. I’m in love with your imperfections. Your imperfections are just great. I know most girls, they get weak at the knees for what’s beautiful, you know, that’s all they see, that’s all they want. But I’m not like that. I don’t just see what’s beautiful. I fall for the other stuff. I love what’s not perfect. It’s just how I am.