You’re right.  I am a nag.  It’s something that I should be changing because I wouldn’t want my future husband to keep walking out on me every time  I try to talk. 

I made these parts on my journal because I don’t want to talk to you anymore, at least not as often as I used to.  Like you said, I’ve become a burden to you and I don’t blame you for complaining.  You’ve always had it rough in your life and I cannot keep imposing myself on you. 

Tonight, you went to the movies with Eo and I got you upset again by a simple question.  A simple question, Dylan.  Just a simple question and you flipped out.  You have got to stop being so angry all the time.  You have an amazing laugh and you can light up a room when you smile. 

You got me when you smiled at me.

Anyway, I wanted to text you good night.  Actually, I wanted to call you but I figured you don’t want to hear my voice.  You might be sick of my voice and you are annoyed  at the fact that I wait for you to come home. 

I wait for you to go to bed because it’s the only clue I have that we might be dreaming at the same time.  It’s a romantic idea, I know that, but I haven’t slept in your arms for so long, this is all I could ever hope for. 

Good night, Dylan.  I hope one day you get to read this.  I hope one day you realize, I love you till the end.