As each day passes by, my feelings for you continue to grow stronger. I’ve even flirted around with the idea that I may be in love with you. Sometimes I even go as far as imagining you and me, us, together, hand in hand, as happy as can be. It’s stupid how much I think about you. The physical distance between us is undeniable. See, here I am once again, trying to talk myself out of being in love with you. My brain is constantly telling me no and that I should know better but my heart disagrees. My heart tells me that it is perfectly acceptable to be in love with you and that frightens me.