I Love You. And I Want You,

See, My Idea Of Cute Comes With An Iq Requirement. It's Geeky Cute. It's Rivers Cuomo, Not Justin Timberlake. It's Gideon Yago, Not Brian Mcfayden. Jimmy Fallon, Yes Please! Brad Pitt, No Thank You.

I Love You. And I Want You, Too. But. However. Unfortunately...

I Know It Makes Sense For Me And Him To Just Break Up Now And Just Live Our Seperate Lives And Not Have To Worry About Missing Each Other All The Time. But When I Think About That, I Get Sick. Physically Sick. Like I Seriously Throw Up. I Need To Be With Him, Even If I Can’t, Like, Be With Him.

And Yet I Know I Am Too Young, That We're Too Young, For Me To Live My Life Only As It Relates To You. If You Had Asked Me To Marry You The Night You First Told Me About Your Acceptance, I Would Have Embraced Princeton As Part Of A Larger Plan That Involved Me. I Probably Would Have Reacted Differently. I Might Even Had Said Yes. Alas, You Didn't Ask Me Then. You Made Plans For Your Future Without Me In Mind, And That's Okay. But How Can You Now Ask Me To Arrange My Life Around You?

Gone For A While Hoping, Always, To Return If You Will Let Me