Usually, by 8am I've already spent over half an hour thinking of you. Don't ask me why, I have no explanation. I just really really like you. A lot. Really. You. Just the way you are. How is that possible? It's not a delusion, I know exactly who you are and who you may seem to be. For so many months, not a word... And still, I think of you. All the time. With all my love. I've vanished from your life, I've changed my phone numbers, I got rid of all the photos. Still, I dream of you. I won a you-shaped hole in my chest. I mistreat other guys and do not allow them to come near. I seek you and nobody else. I don't want a replacement, I want you. I want myself back.